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Mister MacKeltar," Drustan corrected for the umpteenth time, with a this-is-really-wearing-thin-but-I'm-determined-to-be-patient smile. No matter how many times he told Farley that he was not a laird, that he was simply Mr. MacKeltar, that it was Christopher (his modern-day descendant who lived up the road in the oldest castle on the land) who was actually laird, Farley refused to hear it. The eighty-something-year-old butler, who insisted he was sixty-two and who had obviously never before buttled in his life until the day he'd arrived on their doorstep, was determined to be a butler to a lord. Period. And he wasn't about to let Drustan interfere with that aspiration. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#farley #karen-marie-moning #the-immortal-highlander #life

We need to defend the interests of those whom we've never met and never will. ↗

— Jeffrey D. Sachs

#humanity-and-society #life #sustainability #wealth #life

The investigations also proved that there were many cases of spontaneous deviation, i.e. cases where there had been no stimulation of the semi-circular canal apparatus. ↗

— Robert Barany

#apparatus #been #canal #cases #deviation

We have one precious life: do something extraordinary today, even if it's tiny. A pebble starts the avalanche. ↗

— K.A. Laity

#extraordinary #twitter #life

هذه هي الاسئلة ذاتها التي تجول في رأي تيريزا منذ الصغر .ذلك لأن الاسئلة الهامة فعلا تلك التي يصوغها طفل . وحدها الاسئله الساذجة هي الاسئله الهامة فعلا . تلك الاسئله التي تبقي من دون جواب . ان سؤال من دون جواب حاجز لا طرقات بعده . وبطريقة اخري الاسئلة التي تبقي دون جواب هي التي تشير الي حدود الامكانات الانسانية ، وهي التي ترسم حدود وجودنا ↗

— ميلان كونديرا

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Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing. ↗

— Truman Capote

#city #description #human #life #summer

The challenge lies in knowing how to bring this sort of day to a close. His mind has been wound to a pitch of concentration by the interactions of the office. Now there are only silence and the flashing of the unset clock on the microwave. He feels as if he had been playing a computer game which remorselessly tested his reflexes, only to have its plug suddenly pulled from the wall. He is impatient and restless, but simultaneously exhausted and fragile. He is in no state to engage with anything significant. It is of course impossible to read, for a sincere book would demand not only time, but also a clear emotional lawn around the text in which associations and anxieties could emerge and be disentangled. He will perhaps only ever do one thing well in his life. For this particular combination of tiredness and nervous energy, the sole workable solution is wine. Office civilisation could not be feasible without the hard take-offs and landings effected by coffee and alcohol. ↗

— Alain de Botton

#coffee #exhaustion #nervous-energy #relaxation #work

It is a long journey, not just as a writer, but as a human being. Take nothing and no one for granted, be humble always, be kind especially when it's difficult and never forget the place where you came from and the people that helped you get where you are. These things will live on in you and through you, long after the words have faded. ↗

— C.K. Webb

#humility #stories #writing-life #life

Like many white liberals, Ken sees the “whiteness” of his social life as more an accident of circumstance than a choice. He would welcome greater diversity in the neighbourhood. However, he does not consciously do enough work either in his social life or in the larger community to make that diversity possible. ↗

— Bell Hooks

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...lovers, even those who are married, always exist autonomously of one another, no matter how close they are or how long they've known each other. That's why jealously can flare in even the most intimate relationships. Because you know that at some basic level this person exists separately from you. No mater how close you are, the landscape of their life is always tinted a different hue than your own." - Hunter to Joanna ↗

— Vicki Pettersson

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