#wil

If you have men who will only come if they know there is a good road, I don't want them. I want men who will come if there is no road at all. ↗

— David Livingstone

#good #i #know #men #only

It will be very interesting one day to follow the pattern of our life as it is spread out like a beautiful tapestry. As long as we live here we see only the reverse side of the weaving, and very often the pattern, with its threads running wildly, doesn't seem to make sense. Some day, however, we shall understand. In looking back over the years we can discover how a red thread goes through the pattern of our life: the Will of God. ↗

— Maria Augusta von Trapp

#inspirational #tapestry #beauty

The will of God, to which the law gives expression, is that men should defeat their enemies by loving them. ↗

— Dietrich Bonhoeffer

#god #love #loving #men #will

You can kill ten of our men for every one we kill of yours. But even at those odds, you will lose and we will win. ↗

— Ho Chi Minh

#every #kill #lose #men #odds

The night was fading. It was too early to be called dawn yet, but Taylor could just make out the outline of Will's weary, unshaven face. His deep blue eyes were the only color in the gray world of rain and shadows. Will leaned in, and his mouth covered Taylor's, rough but sweet, his tongue seeking Taylor's. Taylor opened willingly to that kiss, forgetting for a second his scratched, scraped hands and the rain running down the back of his neck. They kissed a lot these days, especially for men who had never been much for kissing. Taylor had become expert in all Will's kisses, from the hungry, lustful kisses that always made his own cock rise so fast it hurt, to the tender, almost cherishing kisses that Will generally saved for when he thought Taylor was sleeping. That dawn kiss beneath the pine trees rippled through him like an electric shock, a reminder that, tired, wet, and lost as they might be, so long as they were together, they were all right. ↗

— Josh Lanyon

#will #men

The wild women in his lap,' my father enthused, 'laying their breasts on his head.' There was a moment of stunned silence. Then my mother spoke slowly, with an edge to her voice. 'I think you mean "wild beasts laying their heads in his lap".' 'Do I? ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#breasts #humor #humour #men #sex

You find that all men are successes or failures. Success is the stamp of truth. I will say all men who fail to place their feet on the dome of facts do so by not sieving all truth and throwing the faulty to one side. ↗

— Andrew Taylor Still

#facts #fail #failures #faulty #feet

The logical process will often be the safe one. I tend, when I'm given that choice, to go the way that's not safe. ↗

— Sting

#given #go #i #logical #often

God created many races wilier than men. But it doesn't mean angels higher than us. ↗

— Toba Beta

#higher #human #wilier #men

A blanket could be used to separate the winners from the losers. With the exception of me, all men are losers, and only the winners are allowed under the blanket. Sorry, fellas, but there is nothing I can do about the situation. 
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— Jarod Kintz

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