#mac

He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#melquiades #death

Jesus, you'd think the Black Death was sweeping the globe every three months or so...ebola, SARS, avian flu. You know how many people made money on those scares? Shit, I made my first million on useless antiradiation pills during dirty bomb scares. ↗

— Max Brooks

#manipulation #pharmaceutical-industry #scares #death

Voodoo Beer?” “In honor of Loa and Boa for chasing away death.” “That was a big snake, wasn’t it?”“It was a seriously large snake. . . . ↗

— Kresley Cole

#death

Sure as Life holds all parts together, Death holds all parts together. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#tom-mach #walt-whitman #death

You (Millennials) are the generation most afraid of real community because it inevitably limits freedom and choice. Get over your fear. ↗

— Timothy Keller

#community #fear #intimacy #relationship #freedom

Imperfection is the doorway for which perfection may step through...perfection must be enforced, it must be soldered into the eyes of the blind, it must be severed methodically and sewn into the very warmth that keeps at bay the cold of the night. Imperfection is the fire that sets alight the dark passage through which perfection wanders...and we must embrace it all, we must have purpose to survive. ↗

— Dave Matthes

#death #dread #forgiveness #goal #greed

When we seed millions of acres of land with these plants, what happens to foraging birds, to insects, to microbes, to the other animals, when they come in contact and digest plants that are producing materials ranging from plastics to vaccines to pharmaceutical products? ↗

— Jeremy Rifkin

#birds #come #contact #digest #happens

For me the noise of Time is not sad: I love bells, clocks, watches — and I recall that at first photographic implements were related to techniques of cabinetmaking and the machinery of precision: cameras, in short, were clocks for seeing, and perhaps in me someone very old still hears in the photographic mechanism the living sound of the wood. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#photography #time #love

Connubial Because with alarming accuracy she’d been identifying patterns I was unaware of—this tic, that tendency, like the way I've mastered the language of intimacy in order to conceal how I felt— I knew I was in danger of being terribly understood. ↗

— Stephen Dunn

#alarming #connubial #identifying #intimacy #love

There's green eyes in my eyes And a lover on my mind And I sing from the piano Tear my yellow dress and Cry and cry and cry Over the love of you ↗

— Florence Welch

#over-the-love #the-great-gatsby #love