#wit

But witnesses incur responsibilities, as anyone who has ever seen a traffic accident and had to go to court to testify, knows. In the new world of globally televised war crimes, the defence of 'not knowing,' or neutrality, will dissolve for everyone. To be a witness or bystander is not a value-free choice but, inadvertently, a moral position; and in this sense the 'guilt' of people who live with the memory of crimes committed by members of their families, or communities, has been unwittingly extended to everyone who watches appalling pictures on the news. ↗

— Erna Paris

#justice #war-crimes #witness #family

A person's looking for a simple truth to live by, there it is. CHOICE. To refuse to passively accept what we've been handed by nature or society, but to choose for ourselves. CHOICE. That's the difference between emptiness and substance, between a life actually lived and a wimpy shadow cast on an office wall. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#free-will #life #still-life-with-woodpecker #tom-robbins #life

He has an eternity of love He is just waiting to give you. The more you soak it in, the more of His love you can take in. He wants to saturate you in His love. ↗

— Linda Boone

#intimacy-with-god #real-love #soaking #life

Nursing does not diminish the beauty of a woman's breasts; it enhances their charm by making them look lived in and happy. ↗

— Robert A. Heinlein

#breastfeeding #nursing #witty #beauty

Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever puts one down without the feeling of disappointment. ↗

— Charles Lamb

#curiosity #disappointment #down #ever #excite

Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#insanity #madness #sever #the-chemical-garden-trilogy #vaughn

SHE is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In the sun ’tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea. She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine. ↗

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

#love

Think about it: virtually every atrocity in the history of humankind was enabled by a populace that turned away from a reality that seemed too painful to face, while virtually every revolution for peace and justice has been made possibly by a group of people who chose to bear witness and demanded that others bear witness as well. ↗

— Melanie Joy

#revolution #witnessing #love

I trust the red sun setting, the leafless November trees. On Monday morning I look foward fearlessly to Friday’s eve. But humans are not as reliable as nature, as trees. I wonder if you’ll come back; I trust only that you leave. ↗

— Ellen Wittlinger

#first-love #hard-love #love

Heal my heart and make it clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen, show me how to love like you have loved me. ↗

— Kiera Cass

#twitter #young-adult #love