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Stupid patriarchal culture with stupid ideas of beauty—stupid me for going along with it. ↗

— Marni Bates

#mackenzie-wellesley #society #beauty

A whole tree of lightning stood in the sky. She kept looking out the window, suffused with the warmth from the fire and with the pity and beauty and power of her death. The thunder rolled. ↗

— Eudora Welty

#weltschmerz #beauty

I realize that I'm generalizing here, but as is often the case when I generalize, I don't care. ↗

— Dave Barry

#case #generalize #generalizing #here #i

For a moment she lay still in the big bed, blinking sleepily, loath to move. And then she realized that the angel’s song hadn’t stopped on her waking. Silence sat up. The tantalizingly beautiful voice was coming from the half-open door to Mickey O’Connor’s room. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#scandalous-desires #silence #beauty

The Song of the Winged Ones is a song of celebration, written as though the singer were standing on the Dragon Isle watching the dragons flying in the sun. The words are full of wonder at the beauty of the creatures; and there is a curious pause in the middle of one of the stanzas near the end, where the singer waits a full four measures in silence for those who listen to hear the music of distant dragon wings. It seldom fails to bring echoes of something beyond the silence, and is almost never performed because many bards fear it. I love it. ↗

— Elizabeth Kerner

#elizabeth-kerner #lanen #music #song #song-of-the-winged-ones

Stories are masks of God. That's a story, too, of course. I made it up, in collaborations with Joseph Campbell and Scheherazade, Jesus and the Buddha and the Brother's Grimm. Stories show us how to bear the unbearable, approach the unapproachable, conceive the inconceiveable. Stories provide meaning, texture, layers and layers of truth. Stories can also trivialize. Offered indelicately, taken too literally, stories become reductionist tools, rendering things neat and therefore false. Even as we must revere and cherish the masks we variously create, Campbell reminds us, we must not mistake the masks of God for God. So it seemes to me that one of the most vital things we can teach our children is how to be storytellers. How to tell stories that are rigorously, insistently, beautifully true. And how to believe them. ↗

— Melanie Tem

#buddha #children #god #jesus #joseph-campbell

في بنات الجيل الجديد, هل مازلن يردن أن يكن مرغوبات بهذه الشدة ؟ هل ما زلن يجوعن أنفسهن,ومازلن يقرأن المجلات النسائية التي تكره النساء بمنتهي الوضوح,ومازلن يقطعن أنفسهن بسكاكين صغيرة في اماكن بعيداص عن العيون المُتَرَقِبة,ومازلن يُزَيفن شعورهن بالوصول إلي الأورجازم مع رجال يكرهن,وما زلن يكذبن علي الجميع عن كل شئ ↗

— Zadie Smith

#zadie #beauty

I assumed it was perfect, that everyone was happy and beautiful and wanted for nothing, and in my numb, limited way I felt envy and wanted to eat them all the more ↗

— Isaac Marion

#warm-bodies #zombie #beauty

A king, realizing his incompetence, can either delegate or abdicate his duties. A father can do neither. If only sons could see the paradox, they would understand the dilemma. ↗

— Marlene Dietrich

#could #delegate #dilemma #duties #either

Willing emancipates: for willing is creating: so do I teach. And only for creating shall you learn! ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#thus-spoke-zarathustram #willing #beauty