#tim

He holds her with the strength of a million-man army, but with all the tenderness of her heart lying naked in the palms of his hands. ↗

— Laura Kreitzer

#phantom-universe #science-fiction #scifi #summer-chronicles #time-travel

Bruno withdrew from the field of history more resolutely than Vigo; that is why I prefer the former’s retrospect but the latter’s prospect. As an anarch, I am determined to go along with nothing, ultimately take nothing seriously – at least not nihilistically, but rather as a border guard in no man’s land, who sharpens his eyes and ears between the tides. ↗

— Ernst Jünger

#anarchy #ernst-jünger #history #nihilism #time

The main problem with this great obsession for saving time is very simple: you can't save time. You can only spend it. But you can spend it wisely or foolishly. ↗

— Benjamin Hoff

#wise

The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people. ↗

— Martin Luther King, Jr.

#bad people #cruelty #good #good people #oppression

In life, if you want to be happy, choose to be optimistic. ↗

— Lionel Suggs

#optimistic #life

In sum, one of the primary things I learned was how to kill time. I learned also to wish away my life. I learned to give myself away. ↗

— Derrick Jensen

#life-experience #schooling #time #experience

What a pessimist you are!" exclaimed Candide. "That is because I know what life is," said Martin. ↗

— Voltaire

#pessimism #satire #life

... the river is everywhere at once, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the rapids, in the sea, in the mountains, everywhere at once, and that there is only the present time for it, not the shadow of the past, not the shadow of the future. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#time #life

L’arbre tombe feuille à feuille : si les hommes contemplaient chaque matin ce qu’ils ont perdu la veille, ils s’apercevraient bien de leur pauvreté. ↗

— François-René de Chateaubriand

#time #wisdom #life

Genealogy becomes a mania, an obsessive struggle to penetrate the past and snatch meaning from an infinity of names. At some point the search becomes futile – there is nothing left to find, no meaning to be dredged out of old receipts, newspaper articles, letters, accounts of events that seemed so important fifty or seventy years ago. All that remains is the insane urge to keep looking, insane because the searcher has no idea what he seeks. What will it be? A photograph? A will? A fragment of a letter? The only way to find out is to look at everything, because it is often when the searcher has gone far beyond the border of futility that he finds the object he never knew he was looking for. ↗

— Henry Wiencek

#life #search #time #family