#view

If you have a beautiful view, you don’t need a good wine to feel dizzy. ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#beauty

Because of my political views, I've been targeted as a lightning rod, someone who's too far out there. ↗

— John Turner

#been #far #i #lightning #lightning rod

The development of a rational view of the nature of catalysis was thus absolutely dependent on the creation of the concept of the rate of chemical reaction. ↗

— Wilhelm Ostwald

#catalysis #chemical #concept #creation #dependent

That text-books be permitted in Catholic schools such as will not offend the religious views of the minority, and which from an educational standpoint shall be satisfactory to the advisory board. ↗

— Charles Tupper

#board #catholic #catholic schools #educational #minority

I interviewed Johnny Knoxville once. I was kind of scared to interview him because I thought he might be a real jerk, but he was really nice, and I ripped his chest hair out. ↗

— Rachel Perry

#chest #hair #him #his #i

I abhor war and view it as the greatest scourge of mankind. ↗

— Thomas Jefferson

#greatest #i #mankind #scourge #view

Just the omission of Jane Austen's books alone would make a fairly good library out of a library that hadn't a book in it. ↗

— Mark Twain

#jane-austen #library

[Buddhism and Christianity] are in one sense parallel and equal; as a mound and a hollow, as a valley and a hill. There is a sense in which that sublime despair is the only alternative to that divine audacity. It is even true that the truly spiritual and intellectual man sees it as sort of dilemma; a very hard and terrible choice. There is little else on earth that can compare with these for completeness. And he who does not climb the mountain of Christ does indeed fall into the abyss of Buddha. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#belief #beliefs #compare #comparison #contrast

I look through the cage...an absolute beauty of yours... ↗

— Ankur Kumar Shah

#appreciation #beauty #cage #caged-bird #caged-view

She opened her curtains, and looked out towards the bit of road that lay in view, with fields beyond outside the entrance-gates. On the road there was a man with a bundle on his back and a woman carrying her baby; in the field she could see figures moving - perhaps the shepherd with his dog. Far off in the bending sky was the pearly light; and she felt the largeness of the world and the manifold wakings of men to labor and endurance. She was a part of that involuntary, palpitating life, and could neither look out on it from her luxurious shelter as a mere spectator, nor hide her eyes in selfish complaining. ↗

— George Eliot

#view #window #life