#tone

Discover how to visit the past and bring yesterday's stories into our lives today ↗

— Gillian Hovell

#britain #bronze-age #dark-ages #history #hovell

In the 40,000 year time scale we're all the same people. We're all equally primitive, give or take two or three thousand years here or a hundred years there. ↗

— Gary Snyder

#history #human #primitive #stone-age #age

We have progressed from the stone age and moved on to the age of stone hearted people ↗

— Amit Abraham

#stone-age #stone-hearted #age

Nature felt no change, and was ever young. ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#helstone #maragaret #youth #age

The first human who hurled an insult instead of a stone was the founder of civilization. ↗

— Sigmund Freud

#first #founder #human #hurled #instead

Anger is an agro-chemical that makes self-destruction to grow faster. Like a stone thrown upward, all angry people eventually fall down into the dirty ditch of sorrowful self-harm and a pathetic loss of real-self. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#anger #fall #fertilizer #grow #real-self

All my life I have placed great store in civility and good manners, practices I find scarce among the often hard-edged, badly socialized scientists with whom I associate. Tone of voice means a great deal to me in the course of debate. I despise the arrogance and doting self-regard so frequently found among the very bright. ↗

— Edward O. Wilson

#bad-attitude #etiquette #good-manners #ill-mannered-scientists #impoliteness

Remember that the most beautifull things in the world are the most useless. ↗

— John Ruskin

#the-stones-of-venice #beauty

The fourth elf was younger than the others. This showed in the perfection of her skin, the agility and speed of her movements, and in the brightness of her dress. Her long silk garment was yellow and gold and green, and she wore a blue silk choker with a trailing silver scarf at her neck matching another at her waist. There was fire in her dark eyes which added to her overpowering beauty. ↗

— Ian Livingstone

#dahlver #elves #fantasy #ian-livingstone #zagor

He thought himself awake when he was already asleep. He saw the stars above his face, whirling on their silent and sleepless axis, and the leaves of the trees rustling against them, and he heard small changes in the grass. These little noises of footsteps and soft-fringed wing-beats and stealthy bellies drawn over the grass blades or rattling against the bracken at first frightened or interested him, so that he moved to see what they were (but never saw), then soothed him, so that he no longer cared to see what they were but trusted them to be themselves, and finally left him altogether as he swam down deeper and deeper, nuzzling into the scented turf, into the warm ground, into the unending waters under the earth. ↗

— T.H. White

#on #tombstone #want #what #you