#ros

I wondered if that's what aging felt like. That desire and reality were dueling until the day you die, that nobody every got to a place of peace. I had always wanted to get old so I didn't have to care anymore, but I began to think that it would be best just to skip the getting older part and just die. ↗

— Portia de Rossi

#old #portia-de-rossi #reality #unbearable-lightness #age

There, in the tin factory, in the first moment of the atomic age, a human being was crushed by books. ↗

— John Hersey

#books #death #hiroshima #japan #ways-to-die

There is certainly a universal and unconscious propensity to impose a rhythm even when one hears a series of identical sounds at constant intervals... We tend to hear the sound of a digital clock, for example, as "tick-tock, tick-tock" - even though it is actually "tick tick, tick tick. ↗

— Oliver Sacks

#music #neuroscience #music

I used to be friends with Miles Davis. He didn't like many folks. I lived across the street from him. ↗

— Rip Torn

#davis #folks #friends #him #i

There you go. Perfect. And can you still throw up at will like you could in sixth grade? That would be good. ↗

— Adam Rex

#gross #age

In a spornographic age it’s no longer enough for the male body to be presented to us by consumerism as merely attractive, or desiring to be desired, as it was in the early days of nakedly narcissistic male metrosexuality. This masculine coquettish-ness, pleasing as it is, no longer offers an intense enough image. Or provokes enough lust. It’s just not very shocking or arousing any more. In fact, it’s just too… normal. To get our attention these days the sporting male body has to promise us nothing less than an immaculately groomed, waxed and pumped gang-bang in the showers. ↗

— Mark Simpson

#metrosexual #sporno #sport #age

Sometimes milestones are not measured by the accomplishments of society, but by those of integrity. ↗

— Tamara Rose Blodgett

#death-series #self-realization #tamara-rose-blodgett #unrequited-death #age

Into the breach, then. Against mobs of middle-aged moms and frightening harridans we shall prevail.” She nodded sharply, raising an invisible sword. “And damned be he—she—who cries, ‘Hold, enough!’” “Misquote Shakespeare in front of Samuel, I dare you,” I told her, and she laughed. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#frost-burned #humor #jesse-hauptman #mercy-thompson #samuel-cornick

Why the hell would I bring you?" she exclaimed. All her anger turned at his presumption. It was a sign of her agitation that she'd sworn. "Because," he said, face calm, "I can teach you how to stake a Strigoi." "THE HELL YOU CAN," I said aloud to no one. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#lissa #rose-in-lissa-s-mind #anger

Our cross is the point of our unlikeness to the image of Christ, where we must die to self in order to be raised by God into wholeness of life in the image of Christ right there at that point. So the process of being conformed to the image of Christ takes place at the points of our unlikeness to Christ, and the first step is confrontation. ↗

— M. Robert Mulholland Jr.

#anger