#w

...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists... ↗

— John Geddes

#life #seasons #spring #winter #life

He picked up one of Lorna's roses and set it in my lap. "Here." I picked it up and smelled it. He poked me in the shoulder. "See what I mean? Thorns don't stop you from sniffing. Or putting them in a vase on the kitchen table. You work around them.... Cause the rose is worth it... Think what you'd miss. ↗

— Charles Martin

#thorns #tough-life #tough-times #worth #life

When your tears become invisible, disappear ↗

— Benny Bellamacina

#love #lovers #philosophy #relationships #wisdom

There is no use being alive if one must work. The event from which each of us is entitled to expect the revelation of his own life’s meaning - that event which I may not yet have found, but on whose path I seek myself - is not earned by work. ↗

— André Breton

#fuck-work #life #nadja #surrealism #work

We always question the bonafides of the man who tells us unpleasant facts. ↗

— R.K. Narayan

#life

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare? ↗

— W.H. Davies

#poetry #time #w-h-davies #life

Then from those profound slumbers we awake in a dawn, not knowing who we are, being nobody, newly born, ready for anything, the brain emptied of that past which was life until then. And perhaps it is more wonderful still when our landing at the waking-point is abrupt and the thoughts of our sleep, hidden by a cloak of oblivion, have no time to return to us gradually, before sleep ceases. Then, from the black storm through which we seem to have passed (but we do not even say we), we emerge prostrate, without a thought, a we that is void of content. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#renewal #self #void #life

Time heals even the deepest wounds. ↗

— Sharon E. Rainey

#time #wounds #life

We seem, as it were, to have conquered and peopled half the world in a fit of absence of mind. ↗

— John Robert Seeley

#conquered #fit #half #mind #peopled

As long as human labor power, and, consequently, life itself, remain articles of sale and purchase, of exploitation and robbery, the principle of the “sacredness of human life” remains a shameful lie, uttered with the object of keeping the oppressed slaves in their chains. ↗

— Leon Trotsky

#morality #politics #violence #wage-labor #life