#two

Imagine you come upon a house painted brown. What color would you say the house was?" "Why brown, of course." "But what if I came upon it from the other side, and found it to be white?" "That would be absurd. Who would paint a house two colors?" He ignored my question. "You say it's brown, and I say it's white. Who's right?" "We're both right." "Non," he said. "We're both wrong. The house isn't brown or white. It's both. You and I only see one side. But that doesn't mean the other side doesn't exist. To not see the whole is to not see the truth. ↗

— Megan Chance

#seeing #spiritualism #truth #two-sides #imagination

Now I existed solely thanks to the quantum paradox, my brain a collection of qubits in quantum superposition, encoding truths and memories, imagination and irrationality in opposing, contradictory states that existed and didn't exist, all at the same time. ↗

— Robin Wasserman

#digital-identity #digitalization #identity #internet #meta

Imagine a society entirely absorbed in its own historicity. It would be incapable of producing historians. Living entirely under the sign of the future, it would satisfy itself with automatic self-recording processes and auto-inventory machines, postponing indefinitely the task of understanding itself ↗

— Pierre Nora

#memory #prophecy #social-networks #imagination

Two wrongs don't make a right, but they make a good excuse. ↗

— Thomas Szasz

#good #make #right #two #wrongs

Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. ↗

— Jane Austen

#captain-wentworth #love #death

I always try to treat the book itself as the artwork. I don't want you to stop while you're reading one of my books and say, 'Oh! What a gorgeous illustration!' I want you to stop at the end of the book and say, 'This is a good book. ↗

— Chris Raschka

#children-s-book #children-s-literature #illustration #inspiration #kid-s-book

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. ↗

— Jane Austen

#death

They went back there, looked at all the computers, asked me to come in and tell them what all the computers were for specifically so they knew how to dismantle the network I had been running. ↗

— Sherman Austin

#back #been #come #computers #dismantle

The battalion, the whole battalion was affected by the two killed just within a week of being there, and I think that that pulled everybody up to make them realise that this was a very serious business. ↗

— Peter Scott

#battalion #being #being there #business #everybody

It's not that I feel alone because I have no friends because I have lots of friends. I know that I have people who can hold me and reassure me and talk to ne and care for me and think of me but they can't be inside my head with me all the time - for all time. ↗

— Rob Ryan

#desire #friendship #hope #insipration #love