#pa

Everyone’s worried about stopping terrorism. Well, there’s really an easy way: Stop participating in it. ↗

— Noam Chomsky

#responsibility #stop-terrorism #terror #terrorism #terrorism

How can you have a war on terrorism when war itself is terrorism? ↗

— Howard Zinn

#propaganda #terrorism #war #terrorism

When a person screams in pain, the actual pain is only half the noise they make. The other half is the terror at being forced to accept that they exist. ↗

— Noah Cicero

#pain #screaming #suffering #terrorism

Angel... I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.' -Patch (PG 262) ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#nora-grey #patch-cipriano #understanding

Even extreme grief may ultimately vent itself in violence--but more generally takes the form of apathy ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#depression #grief #violence

Four will Become Two, Lion and Tiger will Meet in Battle, and Blood will Rule the Forest. ↗

— Erin Hunter

#path

The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#path

The path to paradise begins in hell. ↗

— Dante Alighieri

#hell #paradise #path

My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt. ↗

— William Blake

#pain #birth

Will!” He turned at the familiar voice and saw Tessa. There was a small path cut along the side of the hill, lined with unfamiliar white flowers, and she was walking up it, toward him. Her long brown hair blew in the wind — she had taken off her straw bonnet, and held it in one hand, waving it at him and smiling as if she were glad to see him. His own heart leaped up at the sight of her. “Tess,” he called. But she was still such a distance away — she seemed both very near and very far suddenly and at the same time. He could see every detail of her pretty, upturned face, but could not touch her, and so he stood, waiting and desiring, and his heart beat like the wings of seagulls in his chest. At last she was there, close enough that he could see where the grass and flowers bent beneath the tread of her shoes. He reached out for her — ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #path