#w

And people get all fouled up because they want the world to have meaning as if it were words... As if you had a meaning, as if you were a mere word, as if you were something that could be looked up in a dictionary. You are meaning. ↗

— Alan Wilson Watts

#meaninglessness #the-way-of-liberation #liberalism

A smart person is not one that knows the answers, but one who knows where to find them... ↗

— William Petersen

#adventure-stories #fiction #fiction-writing #thrillers #unicorns

People to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too. ↗

— William Faulkner

#salvation #sin #words #salvation

Talent? That's not talent. Talent is Liza Minnelli tap dancing and singing at the same time. What I just saw was devastation. Dying man on the cross. Salvation in B minor. ↗

— Tiffanie DeBartolo

#tiffanie-debartolo #salvation

Kaladin screamed, reaching the end of the bridge. Finding a tiny surge of strength somewhere, he raised his spear and threw himself off the end of the wooden platform, launching into the air above the cavernous void. Bridgemen cried out in dismay. Syl zipped about him with worry. Parshendi looked up with amazement as a lone bridgeman sailed through the air toward them. His drained, worn-out body barely had any strength left. In that moment of crystallized time, he looked down on his enemies. Parshendi with their marbled red and black skin. Soldiers raising finely crafted weapons, as if to cut him from the sky. Strangers, oddities in carapace breastplates and skullcaps. Many of them wearing beards. Beards woven with glowing gemstones. Kaladin breathed in. Like the power of salvation itself—like rays of sunlight from the eyes of the Almighty—Stormlight exploded from those gemstones. It streamed through the air, pulled in visible streams, like glowing columns of luminescent smoke. Twisting and turning and spiraling like tiny funnel clouds until they slammed into him. And the storm came to life again. ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#climax #epiphany #inspirational #inspirational

–Entonces estás muriendo por amor, –dijo Will finalmente, su voz sonaba estrangulada a sus propios oídos. –Muriendo un poco más rápido por amor. Y hay cosas peores por las que morir. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#spanish #will-herondale #spanish

La democracia, como yo la veo, es una forma de oligarquía en la que el pueblo, ignorante, cree participar, pero en realidad las elecciones no son más que una coartada para que, aunque rotando, manden siempre los mismos. El secreto de la democracia reside en hacer creer al pueblo que piensa y decide, no en hacerles pensar y decidir realmente. ↗

— Pedro Santamaría

#democracy #español #political #politics #política

Some wounds run too deep for the healing. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#wounds #healing

Through travel I first became aware of the outside world; it was through travel that I found my own introspective way into becoming a part of it. ↗

— Eudora Welty

#became #becoming #first #found #i

The universe conspires to steer one in the direction where one can flourish. Bad or good the experience will be a lesson and a lesson learned is fortune measured by wisdom gained. ↗

— Sal Martinez

#experiences #fortune #universe #wisdom #experience