#wi

We all know dogmatists who are more concerned about holding their opinions than about investigating their truth. ... if they are mistaken, they will never discover it; they have condemned themselves to perpetual error. Human beings (including myself) sometimes use their beliefs for wish-fulfillment. Too often we believe what we want to be true. ↗

— David L. Wolfe

#dogma #self-delusion #wishful-thinking #self-belief

Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#destination #destiny #journeys #love #love-story

Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer ↗

— Taylor Swift

#fighting #love #taylor-swift-red #love

I love you Ender. More than ever. No matter what you decide. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#ender-s-game #lake #sapce #valentine #water

Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#love #relationships #romance #seasons #unrequited-love

If we can teach people about wildlife, they will be touched. Share my wildlife with me. Because humans want to save things that they love. ↗

— Steve Irwin

#wildlife-conservation #love

The Creator wished to bless the home of the Iroquois and he placed his immense hand upon the earth, and the impression it left was the Finger Lakes” Myths, Legends and Lore Central New York and the Finger Lakes ↗

— Melanie Zimmer

#home

A brick could be used to help you become an Olympic swimmer. Tie the brick around your legs and have a friend drop you off someplace, say the middle of the Pacific Ocean, and then simply swim back to shore. By the time you hit the beach, you’ll be able to swim faster than a shark. In fact, you’ll have to if you plan on making it home.
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket-iq-test #brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #funny

I started the first drafts of the book during my sophomore year of college. I wasn’t thinking at all about kids at the time. But I was thinking. A lot. About everything. I wish I could capture that head-space again; everything meant something to me in college. Every leaf, every sound, every lecture, every textbook. It’s like I was on drugs, 24/7. I am glad I was able to pair that ceaseless pondering with plenty of time to write. What came of that time was the first draft of the novel, a lengthy, unnecessarily angst-driven pile of crap. Years later, with Zoloft, I approached the novel with a more level head, and came away with a much, much better novel. My advice to writers, I suppose, is write your novel when you feel like shit; edit when you feel great. ↗

— Caleb J. Ross

#on-writing-stranger-will #writing-advice

I think that cadaver is only the ideal self run mad, and if the other life, the secret life, could be found and brought home, then a person might live in peace and have no need for God. After all, He has no need for us, being complete. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#god #jeanette-winterson #sexing-the-cherry #home