#ola

The minute you try to talk business with him he takes the attitude that he is a gentleman and a scholar, and the moment you try to approach him on the level of his moral integrity he starts to talk business. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#attitude #business #gentleman #him #his

So he was always in the town at one place or another, drinking, knocking about with the men he knew. It really wearied him. He talked to barmaids, to almost any woman, but there was that dark, strained look in his eyes, as if he were hunting something. Everything seemed so different, so unreal. There seemed no reason why people should go along the street, and houses pile up in the daylight. There seemed no reason why these things should occupy the space, instead of leaving it empty. His friends talked to him: he heard the sounds, and he answered. But why there should be the noise of speech he could not understand. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#drinking #isolation #language #meaninglessness #suicide

Don't say you're inspired if you keep nagging. Don't appreciate if you're not satisfied. Don't indulge if you're neither a materialised person. Don't complain if you're not amused. Don't be a smug if you're too obnoxious to others. Don't interest out of my expense. Don't end without starting. Don't runnaway if you know you can hide forever. Don't be bless if you know its only an act. Don't do 'i dont' if you still care. Don't isolate what you can't form. Don't be too blur. ↗

— Sephiwe Mduduzi Msiza

#appreciate #blur #complain #expense #form

I refuse to settle for what you call reality. ↗

— Solange nicole

#imagination #life #reality #rebellion #solange

BALLROOMS OF MARS" "You gonna look fine Be primed for dancing You're gonna trip and glide All on the trembling plane Your diamond hands Will be stacked with roses And wind and cars And people of the past I'll call you thing Just when the moon sings And place your face in stone Upon the hill of stars And gripped in the arms Of the changeless madman We'll dance our lives away In the Ballrooms of Mars You talk about day I'm talking 'bout night time When the monsters call out The names of men Bob Dylan knows And I bet Alan Freed did There are things in night That are better not to behold You dance With your lizard leather boots on And pull the strings That change the faces of men You diamond browed hag You're a gutter-gaunt gangster John Lennon knows your name And I've seen his ↗

— Marc Bolan

#t-rex #change

Society historically has a difficult time with the concept of something new and foreign that shakes up our comfortable views, especially if it involves the very volatile question of sexual identity. ↗

— Mercedes Ruehl

#concept #difficult #difficult time #especially #foreign

The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupery

#deeply #does #great #great problems #him

A week of sweeping fogs has passed over and given me a strange sense of exile and desolation. I walk round the island nearly every day, yet I can see nothing anywhere but a mass of wet rock, a strip of surf, and then a tumult of waves. ↗

— John Millington Synge

#day #desolation #every #every day #exile

An intellectual? Yes. And never deny it. An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself. I like this, because I am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched. "Can they be brought together?" This is a practical question. We must get down to it. "I despise intelligence" really means: "I cannot bear my doubts. ↗

— Albert Camus

#intelligence #philosophy #scholars #intelligence

People don't really understand, but having people stare, and point, and take pictures, even if it is in a positive framework, is quite isolating; there's no two ways about it. You feel a little bit, you know, freakish. ↗

— Emma Watson

#bit #even #feel #framework #having