#ture

Conventional people are roused to fury by departure from convention, largely because they regard such departure as a criticism of themselves. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#convention #conventional #criticism #departure #fury

A life without adventure is likely to be unsatisfying, but a life in which adventure is allowed to take whatever form it will is sure to be short. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#allowed #form #life #likely #short

I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no longer a possibility. Yet when I talk with my gardener, I'm convinced of the opposite. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#convinced #discovery #every #every time #feel

Oh! That was poetry!" said Pippin. "Do you really mean to start before the break of day? ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#funny #humour #lotr #pippin #poetry

The coward wretch whose hand and heart Can bear to torture aught below, Is ever first to quail and start From the slightest pain or equal foe. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#bear #below #coward #equal #ever

With the introduction of agriculture mankind entered upon a long period of meanness, misery, and madness, from which they are only now being freed by the beneficent operation of the machine. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#being #beneficent #entered #freed #introduction

What I'm concerned about is endless borrowing, which is going to compromise our economy not only today but in the future. Because we know the decisions we make right now really dramatically impact us in the future, and the debt is literally getting out of our control. ↗

— Paul Ryan

#because #borrowing #compromise #concerned #control

I also hang the pictures low rather than high, and particularly in the case of the largest ones, often as close to the floor as is feasible, for that is the way they are painted. ↗

— Mark Rothko

#case #close #feasible #floor #hang

After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only—spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind—rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring. ↗

— Willa Cather

#nature #nature-s-beauty #prairie #similies #spring

I was very immature when I was young, and for me there was no balance. Everything was just all or nothing. ↗

— Mickey Rourke

#everything #i #immature #just #me