#eh

For Leopardi, unhappy hedonist that he was, what is unknown is always more attractive than what is known; hope and imagination are the only consolations for the disappointments and sorrows of experience. Man therefore projects his desire into infinity and feels pleasure only when he is able to imagine that this pleasure has no end. ↗

— Italo Calvino

#experience

Imagine this: Ice is coming to YOUR house. Can you HEAR it knocking? Are you ready? What will YOU do? ↗

— Cornelia Connie D. DeDona

#crystal-meth #drug-addiction #education #enabler #rehabilitation

Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead. ↗

— James Joyce

#behind #forehead #fought #inspired #material

Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn’t talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#death

[Fireheart]mewed,"It's not my place to judge you." Greystripe looked up as Fireheart went on." Greystripe, whatever you decide to do, I will always be your friend. ↗

— Erin Hunter

#fireheart #firepaw #firestar #friend #friendship

I feel very adventurous. There are so many doors to be opened, and I'm not afraid to look behind them. ↗

— Elizabeth Taylor

#afraid #behind #doors #feel #i

Don’t ever get old. With each year that passes, the old Viking idea of jumping off a cliff to one’s death looks better and better. The only thing to hope for is that you get so senile that you think you’re twenty years old again. That would be fun to relive. ↗

— Camilla Läckberg

#death

I am a bomb but I mean you no harm. That I still am here to tell this, is a miracle: I was deployed on May 15, 1957, but I didn’t go off because a British nuclear engineer, a young father, developed qualms after seeing pictures of native children marveling at the mushrooms in the sky, and sabotaged me. I could see why during that short drop before I hit the atoll: the island looks like god’s knuckles in a bathtub, the ocean is beautifully translucent, corals glow underwater, a dead city of bones, allowing a glimpse into a white netherworld. I met the water and fell a few feet into a chromatic cemetery. The longer I lie here, listening to my still functioning electronic innards, the more afraid I grow of detonating after all this time. I don’t share your gods, but I pray I shall die a silent death. ↗

— Marcus Speh

#humanity #inspirational #literary #pacific-islands #speh

We can strive to put the past behind us, serve God to the best of our ability now, and look ahead to the glorious future! ↗

— Watch Tower Bible and Tract Society of Pennsylvania

#god #inspirational #jehovah #jw #inspirational

You sick piece of shit," Adam says to him, his voice low, measured. "Such unfortunate language." Warner shakes his head. "Only those who cannot express themselves intelligently would resort to such crude substitutions in vocabulary. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#unravel-me #intelligence