#shun

To shun one's cross is to make it heavier. ↗

— Henri Frederic Amiel

#heavier #make #shun

The wise person often shuns society for fear of being bored. ↗

— Jean de la Bruyere

#being #bored #fear #often #person

I do all the evil I can before I learn to shun it? Is it not enough to know the evil to shun it? If not, we should be sincere enough to admit that we love evil too well to give it up. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#before #enough #evil #give #i

Those people who shun us just because of the label we're on, or the fact that we've got a video out there that's getting us somewhere, are only limiting themselves, because they aren't keeping an open mind. ↗

— Joel Madden

#fact #getting #got #just #just because

The same is the case with those opinions of man to which he has been accustomed from his youth; he likes them, defends them, and shuns the opposite views. ↗

— Maimonides

#been #case #defends #his #likes

A traveller on foot in this country seems to be considered as a sort of wild man or out-of-the way being, who is stared at, pitied, suspected, and shunned by everybody that meets him. ↗

— Karl Philipp Moritz

#considered #country #everybody #foot #him

For the introduction of a new kind of music must be shunned as imperiling the whole state; since styles of music are never disturbed without affecting the most important political institutions. ↗

— Plato

#disturbed #important #institutions #introduction #kind

When the strong box contains no more both friends and flatterers shun the door. ↗

— Plutarch

#box #contains #door #flatterers #friends

Shun no toil to make yourself remarkable by some talent or other; yet do not devote yourself to one branch exclusively. Strive to get clear notions about all. Give up no science entirely; for science is but one. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#branch #clear #devote #entirely #exclusively

Dachshunds have their own agenda and can be stubborn about seeing their plans through to completion. What Rosie lacked in consistency, she made up for in enthusiasm. Most of the time when I called her name, she sprinted back, her long ears cocked and flying like a little girl's pigtails. Each encounter was a glorious reunion, even if we'd been parted for only a minute or two. I had never felt so loved. ↗

— Mary Doria Russell

#ears #love #love