#creatures

It is ironic that the one thing that all religions recognize as separating us from our creator, our very self-consciousness, is also the one thing that divides us from our fellow creatures. It was a bitter birthday present from evolution. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#birthday #bitter #creator #creatures #divides

Make women rational creatures, and free citizens, and they will quickly become good wives; - that is, if men do not neglect the duties of husbands and fathers. ↗

— Mary Wollstonecraft

#citizens #creatures #duties #fathers #free

Man is a special being, and if left to himself, in an isolated condition, would be one of the weakest creatures; but associated with his kind, he works wonders. ↗

— Daniel Webster

#being #condition #creatures #himself #his

Among God's creatures two, the dog and the guitar, have taken all the sizes and all the shapes, in order not to be separated from the man. ↗

— Andres Segovia

#creatures #dog #god #guitar #man

Manners are like the shadows of virtues, they are the momentary display of those qualities which our fellow creatures love and respect. ↗

— Sydney Smith

#display #fellow #fellow creatures #like #love

War makes strange giant creatures out of us little routine men who inhabit the earth. ↗

— Ernie Pyle

#earth #giant #inhabit #little #makes

All creatures are flawed, but out of the flaw may come the universe. ↗

— Marguerite Young

#creatures #flaw #flawed #may #out

Darkness can't drive out darkness only light can do that, Hate can't drive out hate only love can do that. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#beauty

This isn't going to be some freaky pagan sex thing, is it? ↗

— Kami Garcia

#beauty

THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#found #girl #hungry #ireland #lost