#del

«You're late, Prince,» admonished the woman. Galadir tried quickly to process an excuse, but all he could say was: «Forgive me, I was ... retained.» «From the blankets?» ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#forgiveness

IF YOU WANT TO CREATE A CHANGE, you must challenge not only the models of Unreality, but the paradigms that underwrite them. ↗

— Stafford Beer

#cybernetics #models #paradigms #science #change

I don’t want to be a supermodel; I want to be a role model. ↗

— Queen Latifah

#inspirational #modeling #models #role-models #supermodels

None of us can ever save himself; we are the instruments of one another’s salvation, and only by the hope that we give to others do we lift ourselves out of the darkness into light. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#inspirational #interdependence #salvation #inspirational

Great writers, I discovered, were not to be bowed down before and worshipped, but embraced and befriended. Their names resounded through history not because they had massive brows and thought deep incomprehensible thoughts, but because they opened windows in the mind, they put their arms round you and showed you things you always knew but never dared to believe. Even if their names were terrifyingly foreign and intellectual sounding, Dostoevsky, Baudelaire or Cavafy, they turned out to be charming and wonderful and quite unalarming after all. ↗

— Stephen Fry

#books #cavafy #dostoevsky #inspirational #stephen-fry

I don't think we should be a model family living in a model home. ↗

— Moshe Dayan

#home #i #living #model #should

I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity. ↗

— Albert Einstein

#i #live #maturity #painful #solitude

They say that shadows of deceased ghosts Do haunt the houses and the graves about, Of such whose life's lamp went untimely out, Delighting still in their forsaken hosts. ↗

— Joshua Sylvester

#deceased #delighting #forsaken #ghosts #graves

Just as an astronomer, alone in an observatory, watches night after night through a telescope the myriads of stars, their mysterious movements, their changeful medley, their extinction and their flaming-up anew, so did Jacob Mendel, seated at his table in the Cafe Gluck, look through his spectacles into the universe of books, a universe that lies above the world of our everyday life, and, like the stellar universe, is full of changing cycles. ↗

— Stefan Zweig

#change

It was always the same; other people gave up loving before she did. They got spoilt, or else they went away; in any case, they were partly to blame. Why did it happen so? She herself never changed; when she loved anyone, it was for life. She could not understand desertion; it was something so huge, so monstrous that the notion of it made her little heart break. ↗

— Émile Zola

#fidelity #love #loyalty #change