#non

ROBERT ROTH: Going against the tide, no matter how gracefully, will beat you up after a while — all artists know this. ↗

— Greg Prato

#music

The tire left a skid mark on the road that looked like a mustache. So I shaved it off the pavement, stuffed it in my trunk, and took it home to wear to work the next day. Ah, but that’s life, no?
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— Jarod Kintz

#day #life #mustache #nonsense #pavement

If the counsel of the peaceniks had been followed, Kuwait would today be the nineteenth province of Iraq. Bosnia would be a trampled and cleansed province of Greater Serbia, Kosovo would have been emptied of most of its inhabitants, and the Taliban would still be in power in Afghanistan. Yet nothing seems to disturb the contented air of moral superiority of those that intone the "peace movement". ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#leftism #noninterventionism #pacifism #peace-movement #iraq

From my own novel. Because in the City, you know there is nothing else, it is a place without roads, without real people, without life. Just an abandoned wreck; desolate; isolated; unloved. Somewhere you go when there is no more life inside of you, when you have no choice, no . . . desire, no personality. It’s a place where you go to die, and after you’re dead, your body is left to rot, and get blown by the wind into nothing, and there is no heaven, no hell, just earth and dust, and insects crawling over your bleached bones . . . it’s bliss. ↗

— Benjamin S. Farmer

#life

To do no evil is good, to intend none better. ↗

— Claudius

#evil #good #intend #none

أحياناً نقود أنفسنا للطريق المهلك علماً بذلك .. ليس رغبة بالهلاك، بل أملاً بتغيير النتيجة ↗

— Ms.Candy

#true-to-life #wisdom #life

That was the real secret of the Tarahumara: they'd never forgotten what it felt like to love running. They remembered that running was mankind's first fine art, our original act of inspired creation. Way before we were scratching pictures on caves or beating rhythms on hollow trees, we were perfecting the art of combining our breath and mind and muscles into fluid self-propulsion over wild terrain. And when our ancestors finally did make their first cave paintings, what were the first designs? A downward slash, lightning bolts through the bottom and middle--behold, the Running Man. Distance running was revered because it was indispensable; it was the way we survived and thrived and spread across the planet. You ran to eat and to avoid being eaten; you ran to find a mate and impress her, and with her you ran off to start a new life together. You had to love running, or you wouldn't live to love anything else. And like everyhing else we ove--everything we sentimentally call our 'passions' and 'desires' it's really an encoded ancestral necessity. We were born to run; we were born because we run. We're all Running People, as the Tarahumara have always known. ↗

— Christopher McDougall

#non-fiction #passion #running #art

We do not need guns and bombs to bring peace, we need love and compassion. ↗

— Mother Teresa

#compassion #guns #love #non-violence #peace

To appreciate nonsense requires a serious interest in life. ↗

— Gelett Burgess

#interest #life #nonsense #requires #serious

I believe that States should be credited for their non-Federal investment in revenue-generating transportation facilities to address their regional transportation needs. ↗

— Michael Burgess

#believe #credited #facilities #i #i believe