#undo

One of the great problems of the world today is undoubtedly this problem of not being able to talk to scientists, because we don't understand science; they can't talk to us because they don't understand anything else, poor dears. ↗

— Michael Flanders

#anything #because #being #dears #else

Faced with what is right, to leave it undone shows a lack of courage. ↗

— Confucius

#faced #lack #leave #right #shows

So whatever I might have started to learn at that age was all undone by the next director and next crew in the next cheap picture, because I was allowed to get away with murder. ↗

— Jackie Cooper

#allowed #away #because #cheap #crew

Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#delirium #ennui #itself #life #undone

I think multiple levels of undo would be wonderful, too. ↗

— Bill Joy

#i think #levels #multiple #think #too

Positive words left unsaid are like sachets of currency notes burnt in vain. Positive deeds left undone are like deep wells filled with soil to the brim. Do the undone, say the unsaid and turn the unturned. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#currency #deed #deeds #deep #do

You can't undo the past... but you can certainly not repeat it. ↗

— Bruce Willis

#past #repeat #undo #you

Like that breeder-woman sitting at the bar, who thinks it's a buzz to go into a gay joint and has no doubt heard somewhere that this is one. Her lurid get-up's a joke, ludicrous. She's the type who dons the camouflage-green combat trousers, wraps a bandanna around her head and paints herself with black lipstick, imagining all the lesbians in the joint'll have the hots for her. Not so much imagining as secretly hoping. Naturally, no one goes and sits with her. She's been here before, and everyone gives the ice-cold shoulder, yet she still turns up again and again. Someone might argue we're zoo animals for her. But I've another theory. For her, we're noble savages, a kind of grey area outside the respectable, minutely organized community, an untamed wilderness it takes a lot of guts to step into. But if you do dare, there's a glorious smell of freedom floating around your trousers and giving the finger to society, making whoever an instant anarchist. Certainly, for her, coming here is like putting a washable tattoo on your shoulder : there's the thrill of deviance with none of the dull commitment - and she'll never have to wonder whether she's too weird to be seen out before dark. ↗

— Johanna Sinisalo

#glbtq #herbert-lomas-translation #heteronormativity #lesbians #not-before-sundown

Everyone buckled in?" Sasha snorted, then gaped as he realized Jess wasn't joking about it. "Really?" Is there anyone here one hundred percent human? No. I think dying from an unbuckled belt is the least of our concerns right now." "And I don't put it in drive until everyone's secure. That means you, wolfboy." Sasha's exasperated expression was priceless. "Unfrakkin'-believable. I'm in hell. With a lunatic. Might as well have stayed with Zarek. Next thing you know, you'll be drowning pancakes in syrup, too." He made a grand showing of buckling himself in. "Hope you get fleas" he mumbled under his breath. "Thank you." Jess pulled out of the garage. She pressed her lips together to keep from laughing at them. No doubt they'd take turns beating on her if she did. Curling his lip, Sasha sarcastically mocked his words in silence. "By the way, cowboy, you do know that if we were to wreck, I can teleport out of this thing right?" "Is Scooby still bitching?" Jess asked Choo Co La Tah. "Remind me to check his vet record when we get back. I think he might have distemper or rabies or something. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#sasha #sundown #humor

...the heart of a child can take forty-nine blows before it’s damaged for ever and what’s done can never be undone. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#children #damage #damaged #done #ever