#circle

The ancient Greeks noticed that a man with arms and legs extended described a circle, with his navel as the center. ↗

— Stephen Gardiner

#ancient greeks #arms #center #circle #described

Gardeners instinctively know that flowers and plants are a continuum and that the wheel of garden history will always be coming full circle. ↗

— Francis Cabot Lowell

#circle #coming #continuum #flowers #full

Once I am in the square circle, I am in my home. ↗

— Floyd Mayweather, Jr.

#circle #home #i #i am #once

But even with no money you could still go to places like the Scotch Club and, you know, John Lennon might be sitting right over there, but I was certainly not a part of any of that circle. I was truly peripheral. ↗

— Donald Sutherland

#certainly #circle #club #could #even

I'm conscious of a series of circles working its way through my life. And at this particular moment I have come round to the beginning of my writing cycle. It begins with poetry. There's hardly a day that goes past on which I don't write poetry. ↗

— Ben Okri

#begins #circles #come #conscious #cycle

Nothing, not even time, will mar your beauty in my eyes. ↗

— Linda Robertson

#beauty

In History, stagnant waters, whether they be stagnant waters of custom or those of despotism, harbour no life; life is dependent on the ripples created by a few eccentric individuals. In homage to that life and vitality, the community has to brave certain perils and must countenance a measure of heresy. One must live dangerously if one wants to live at all. ↗

— Herbert Read

#choices #circles #community #integrity #peace

Larson had been putting up a front like he wasn’t listening, but hearing that last statement from Owen made him speak up. “It’s not about that,” he asserted. “It has to be,” Owen disagreed. “How else am I supposed to define myself?” “Why do you have to have a definition? A label isn’t gonna make you feel any better about yourself or this situation. Stop trying to put yourself in one group or the other. It doesn’t matter.” “It matters to me!” Owen challenged. “My whole world has been flipped upside down thanks to you! Am I just supposed to sit back and accept that?” Larson was beginning to boil over with repugnance. “Yes! Because that’s what happens!” He was trying as hard a he could not to scream. “Things change and sometimes there’s nothing we can do about it. Life sucks. Deal with it! That’s what I’m doing. I’m not doing it in the best way, but I’m doing it. I’m dealing with that fact that you left me. ↗

— Megan Duke

#megan-duke #small-circles #change

The way I figure it ... every red-blooded boy wants to make out with some hot heroine from the comic books. So, you could, you know, fulfill that dream for me. Please. ↗

— Linda Robertson

#dreams

George was full of hatred. Of his own weakness and stupidity, of his magic, of the stubbornness and the pride of Beatrice and Marit, and, last of all, hatred of Dr. Gharn, who had started it all. But the hatred swayed to pity. Then to hopelessness. Then back to anger. Every once in a great while, he felt a moment of peace, usually when he caught a glimpse of Beatrice and Marit together. He loved them both in different ways. But that could not be. He turned away, and the cycle began again. ↗

— Mette Ivie Harrison

#conflicting-emotions #despair #emotional-upheaval #hate #love