#rigid

If one sticks too rigidly to one's principles, one would hardly see anybody. ↗

— Agatha Christie

#hardly #principles #rigidly #see #sticks

Ice dance should not be seen as a rigid conformist form of figure skating. There is a great deal of freedom and originality to be had. ↗

— Robin Cousins

#dance #deal #figure #figure skating #form

The liberal left can be as rigid and destructive as any force in American life. ↗

— Daniel Patrick Moynihan

#american life #any #destructive #force #left

Wilhelm Reich identified "armor" as the sum total of typical character attitudes, which an individual develops as a blocking against his emotional excitations, resulting in rigidity of the body, lack of emotional contact, "deadness". Functionally identical to muscular armor (chronic muscular spasms) ↗

— Wilhelm Reich

#contact #deadness #emotional #emotions #fear

Try to open up your mind a little, and move away from rigid opinions of what people should do and be - unless you have been there. ↗

— Ann Rule

#been #little #mind #move #open

Most of nature is inherently chaotic. It's not rigidly determined in the old sense. It's not rigidly predictable. ↗

— Rupert Sheldrake

#determined #inherently #most #nature #old

If you have a rigidly controlled economy, cut off from the rest of the world by infinite protection, nobody has any incentive to increase productivity and to bring new ideas. ↗

— Manmohan Singh

#bring #controlled #cut #economy #ideas

I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept? ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#acceptance #dejan-stojanovic #faith #literature #literature-quotes

I love you,” he said, and he kissed me again. Feral. Possessive. I gasped out, “I love you too. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#j-lynn #jennifer-l-armentrout #love

Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves, And the great garths, and stacks, and quiet farms, And all the tawny, and the crimson leaves. Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms, Under the star of dusk, through stealing mist, And blessed the earth, and gone, while no man wist. With slow, reluctant feet, and weary eyes, And eye-lids heavy with the coming sleep, With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs, She passed, as shadows pass, among the sheep; While the earth dreamed, and only I was ware Of that faint fragrance blown from her soft hair. The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams; There was no sound amid the sacred boughs. Nor any mournful music in her streams: Only I saw the shadow on her brows, Only I knew her for the yearly slain, And wept, and weep until she come again. ↗

— Frederic Manning

#cassandra #earth #path #samhain #sphinx