#lone

The thing I like about baseball is that it's one-on-one. You stand up there alone, and if you make a mistake, it's your mistake. If you hit a home run, it's your home run. ↗

— Hank Aaron

#alone #baseball #hit #home #home run

One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain't nothin' can beat teamwork. ↗

— Edward Abbey

#beat #bona #bona fide #dumb #fide

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. ↗

— Edward Abbey

#above #amazing #clouds #crooked #dangerous

You can't walk alone. Many have given the illusion, but none have really walked alone. Man is not made that way. Each man is bedded in his people, their history, their culture, and their values. ↗

— Peter Abrahams

#culture #each #given #his #history

Wisdom comes alone through suffering. ↗

— Aeschylus

#comes #suffering #through #wisdom

I'm never less at leisure than when at leisure, or less alone than when alone. ↗

— Scipio Africanus

#i #leisure #less #never #than

I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely. ↗

— Tori Amos

#different personalities #feel #i #lonely #many

I got a lot of problems, but I'm really good at intuiting what I need to do to be happy with whatever I create. I know when to stop myself, I know when to start, I know when to leave something alone. I guess I just kind of indulge that completely, and so I just take my time. ↗

— Fiona Apple

#be happy #completely #create #good #got

To enslave an individual troubles your consciences, Archivist, but to enslave a clone is no more troubling than owning the latest six-wheeler ford, ethically. Because you cannot discern our differences, you assume we have none. But make no mistake: even same-stem fabricants cultured in the same wombtank are as singular as snowflakes. ↗

— David Mitchell

#dystopia #science-fiction #slavery #science

Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander along the streets and the squares and the paths by the canal, absently sensing the lips of dampness through my worn soles, I carry proudly my ineffable happiness. The centuries will roll by, and schoolboys will yawn over the history of our upheavals; everything will pass, but my happiness , dear, my happiness will remain,in the moist reflection of a street lamp, in the cautious bend of stone steps that descend into the canal's black waters, in the smiles of a dancing couple, in everything with which God so generously surrounds human loneliness. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#path