#log

What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, Life is too strong for you— It takes life to love Life. ↗

— Edgar Lee Masters

#spoon-river-anthology #anger

Anger's like a battery that leaks acid right out of me And it starts from the heart 'til it reaches my outer me ↗

— Criss Jami

#anger #battery #control #heart #inner

Anger surges in me and I stand up. "You have no right -" He's on his feet towering over me. "What if I want to have a right? ↗

— Lisa Renee Jones

#if-i-were-you #inside-out-trilogy #lisa-renee-jones #sara-mcmillan #anger

When the writing is good, a book becomes a mirror. The reader will see an uncanny familiarity and respond accordingly. ↗

— Jen Knox

#jen-knox #musical-chairs #philosophy #psychology #reading

When a lady condescends to apologise, there is no keeping one’s anger. ↗

— Anne Brontë

#apologies #women #anger

Show me a culture where honesty is considered ridiculous, where nobody's ever accountable for anything, where anger gets admired as a sign of strength, and I'll show you a place where misery is permanent ↗

— Anthony Steyning

#psychology #sociology #anger

And you can shove your apology. If it can come out of your damned mouth, then you can stand by it. ↗

— Lora Leigh

#apologizing #anger

The door handle is the handshake of the building. ↗

— Juhani Pallasmaa

#phenomenology #architecture

I believe that the idea of the totality, the finality of the master-plan, is misguided. One should advocate a gradual transformation of public space, a metamorphic process, without relying on a hypothetical time in the future when everything will be perfect. The mistake of planners and architects is to believe that fifty years from now Alexanderplatz will be perfected. -p.197 ↗

— Daniel Libeskind

#architecture #methodology #modernity #urban-planning #architecture

Every man has forgotten who he is. One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star. Thou shalt love the Lord thy God; but thou shalt not know thyself. We are all under the same mental calamity; we have all forgotten our names. We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful moment we remember that we forget. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#philosophy-of-life #theology #art