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Creative people are often found either disagreeable or intimidating by mediocrities. ↗

— Criss Jami

#creative #creativity #disagreeable #envy #intimidating

If only these walls could talk…the world would know just how hard it is to tell the truth in a story in which everyone’s a liar. ↗

— Gregg Olsen

#writing #envy

It's the most charming thing about humans. You are all so sure that the lesser animals are bleeding with envy because they didn't have the good fortune to be born Homo sapiens. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#envy

‎He often envied people who hadn't read his favourite books. They had such happiness before them. ↗

— Charles Finch

#envy

There was a time when we expected nothing of our children but obedience, as opposed to the present, when we expect everything of them but obedience. ↗

— Anatole Broyard

#everything #expect #expected #nothing #obedience

I believe that Marrakech ought to be earned as a destination. The journey is the preparation for the experience. Reaching it too fast derides it, makes it a little less easy to understand. ↗

— Tahir Shah

#marrakech #travel #experience

There is no broader way to apostasy than to reject God’s sovereignty in all things concerning the revelation of himself and our obedience... ↗

— John Owen

#gods-sovereignty #obedience

It wasn't you're fault," I whisper. And then out of self-protection more than anything else, I bring the glory. I don't warn him or anything. I don't damp it down. I bring it. The room fills with light. "This is what I am," I say, my hair ablaze around my head. He squints at me. his jaw juts out a little in pure stubbornness. He stands his ground "I know," he says. I take a step towards him, close the space between us, put my glowing hand against his cheek. He starts to tremble. "This is what I am," I say again and my wings are out now. His knees wobble, but he fights it. He puts his hand at my waist, turns me, pulls me closer, which surprises me. "I can accept that," he whispers, and holds his breath, and leans in to kiss me His lips brush mine for an instant, and an emotion like victory tears through him, but he pulls away and glances at the front door. Groans. Christian is standing in the doorway. "Wow," Tucker says, trying to grin. "You really know how to cramp a guy's style." His legs give out. He falls to his knees. My light blinks off. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#clara-gardner #tucker-avery #victory

But Above all things truth beareth away the victory ↗

— Plato

#victory

Victory attained by violence is tantamount to a defeat for it is momentary." (Satyagraha Leaflet No. 13, 3 May 1919) ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#victory #violence #victory