#era

There is much you can learn from books and scrolls. These books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life. ↗

— Christopher Paolini

#christopher-paolini #eragon #reading #life

To remain indifferent to the challenges we face is indefensible. If the goal is noble, whether or not it is realized within our lifetime is largely irrelevant. What we must do therefore is to strive and persevere and never give up. ↗

— Dalai Lama XIV

#indifference #life #perseverance #life

I'd written Smashed not because I was ambitious and not because writing down my feelings was cathartic (it felt more like playing one's own neurosurgeon sans anesthesia). No. I'd made a habit--and eventually a profession--of memoir because I hail from one of those families where shows of emotions are discouraged. ↗

— Koren Zailckas

#emotions #families #family #family-therapy #memoir

Looking back on my life, I sigh. The caprice of youth goes with the wind, I’ve no regrets. ↗

— Roman Payne

#carpe-diem #great #learning #life #life-lessons

Who’s to say what a ‘literary life’ is? As long as you are writing often, and writing well, you don’t need to be hanging-out in libraries all the time. Nightclubs are great literary research centers. So is Ibiza! ↗

— Roman Payne

#ibiza #libraries #lifestyle #literary #literary-life

...what a surprise (we all know how tolerant the tolerant are)-... ↗

— Junot Díaz

#life

Love is wise; hatred is foolish. In this world, which is getting more and more closely interconnected, we have to learn to tolerate each other, we have to learn to put up with the fact that some people say things that we don't like. We can only live together in that way. But if we are to live together, and not die together, we must learn a kind of charity and a kind of tolerance, which is absolutely vital to the continuation of human life on this planet. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#disagreement #foolishness #hatred #humanity #interconnectedness

Noise has one advantage. It drowns out words. And suddenly he realized that all his life he had done nothing but talk, write, lecture, concoct sentences, search for formulations and amend them, so in the end no words were precise, their meanings were obliterated, their content lost, they turned into trash, chaff dust, sand; prowling through his brain, tearing at his head. they were his insomnia, his illness. And what he yearned for at that moment, vaguely, but with all his might, was unbounded music, absolute sound, a pleasant and happy all-encompassing, over-poering, window-rattling din to engulf, once and for all, the pain, the futility, the vanity of words. Music was the negation of sentences, music was the anti-word! ↗

— Milan Kundera

#music #life

If we accept that a mother can kill her own child, how can we tell other people not to kill each other? Any country that accepts abortion is not teaching its people to love, rather, to use violence to get what they want. ↗

— Mother Teresa

#life #mothera-theresa #world-peace #life

That's one of those things about love. It always assumes it can find a way to express itself. ↗

— Bob Goff

#perseverance #tenacity #life