#rouse

Only when we realize that there is no eternal, unchanging truth or absolute truth can we arouse in ourselves a sense of intellectual responsibility. ↗

— Hu Shih

#absolute truth #arouse #eternal #intellectual #only

Nothing more strongly arouses our disgust than cannibalism, yet we make the same impression on Buddhists and vegetarians, for we feed on babies, though not our own. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#babies #buddhists #cannibalism #disgust #feed

When you know what an actor has, you can reach in and arouse it. If you don't know what he has, you don't know what the hell is going on. ↗

— Elia Kazan

#arouse #going #hell #hell is #know

You gotta wear the right trousers if you're gonna be a rock star. ↗

— Chris Martin

#gotta #right #rock #rock star #star

A musician cannot move others unless he too is moved. He must of necessity feel all of the affects that he hopes to arouse in his audience, for the revealing of his own humour will stimulate a like humour in the listener. ↗

— Carl Philipp Emanuel Bach

#arouse #audience #cannot #feel #his

At a certain age men began to shrink, and yet it was precisely at that age that their trousers became too short for them. ↗

— Howard Jacobson

#trousers #age

Perversion is just another form of art. It's like painting or drawing or sculpting. Except instead of paint, us perverts use sex as our medium.  ↗

— C.M. Stunich

#erotic #erotic-literature #erotica #excite #form-of-art

One also, in our milieu, simply didn't meet enough Americans to form an opinion. And when one did—this was in the days of crew-cuts and short-legged pants—they, too, often really did sport crew-cuts and trousers that mysteriously ended several inches short of the instep. Why was that? It obviously wasn't poverty. A colleague of my father's had a daughter who got herself married and found that an American friend she had met on holiday had offered to pay the whole cost of the nuptial feast. I forget the name of this paladin, but he had a crew-cut and amputated trouser-bottoms and a cigar stub and he came from a place called Yonkers, which seemed to me a ridiculous name to give to a suburb. (I, who had survived Crapstone… ) Anyway, once again one received a Henry Jamesian impression of brash generosity without overmuch refinement. There was a boy at my boarding school called Warren Powers Laird Myers, the son of an officer stationed at one of the many U.S. Air Force bases in Cambridgeshire. Trousers at The Leys School were uniform and regulation, but he still managed to show a bit of shin and to buzz-cut his hair. 'I am not a Yankee,' he informed me (he was from Norfolk, Virginia). 'I am a CON-federate.' From what I was then gleaning of the news from Dixie, this was unpromising. In our ranks we also had Jamie Auchincloss, a sprig of the Kennedy-Bouvier family that was then occupying the White House. His trousers managed to avoid covering his ankles also, though the fact that he shared a parent with Jackie Kennedy meant that anything he did was accepted as fashionable by definition. The pants of a man I'll call Mr. 'Miller,' a visiting American master who skillfully introduced me to J.D. Salinger, were also falling short of their mark. Mr. Miller's great teacher-feature was that he saw sexual imagery absolutely everywhere and was slightly too fond of pointing it out [...]. Meanwhile, and as I mentioned much earlier, the dominant images projected from the United States were of the attack-dog-and-firehose kind, with swag-bellied cops lying about themselves and the political succession changed as much by bullets as by ballots. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#trousers #world-war-ii #change

Wars come and wars go,' he said. 'Things change, but the carousel is always here. It reminds people of the good times. ↗

— Glenda Millard

#good-times #remind #war #change

If you prefer, I'll be pure raging meat, or if you prefer, as the sky changes tone, I'll be absolutely tender, not a man, but a cloud in trousers! ↗

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

#russian-poetry #change