#vain

Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain. ↗

— Carl Jung

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I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise. ↗

— John Keats

#definition #filled #give #hatreds #i

Therefore, if one were to consider that there was virtually no possibility of success through the US-Japan negotiations, the military and economic pressures would only force Japan into further crisis if time were allowed to pass in vain. ↗

— Hideki Tojo

#consider #crisis #economic #force #further

A religious awakening which does not awaken the sleeper to love has roused him in vain. ↗

— Jessamyn West

#awakening #does #him #love #religious

His daughter returned from her boarding school, improved in fashionable airs and expert in manufacturing fashionable toys; but, in her conversation, he sought in vain for that refined and fertile mind which he had fondly expected. ↗

— Emma Willard

#boarding #boarding school #conversation #daughter #expected

Women have seldom sufficient employment to silence their feelings; a round of little cares, or vain pursuits frittering away all strength of mind and organs, they become naturally only objects of sense. ↗

— Mary Wollstonecraft

#become #cares #employment #feelings #little

At first he didn’t recognize her. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her movements sure and graceful. Yet there was something about her face and figure that reminded him of the girl he’d fallen in love with long ago. They’d gone their separate ways, and he had always mourned her, his angel, his muse, his beloved Beatrice. Without her, his life had been lonely and small. Now his blessedness appeared. ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#sylvain-reynard #beauty

The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday. ↗

— Theodor Adorno

#continuing #disappointed #finding #man #out

Open your eyes.” Julia looked up into a pair of blue orbs that were startlingly clear and very emotional, but she could not decipher the emotions. He smiled and pressed his lips to her forehead again before rolling onto his back and gazing up at the stars. “What are you thinking?” She shifted herself so that she was curled up at his side, close to but not touching him with her body. “I was thinking about how I waited for you. I waited and waited, and you never came.” He smiled at her sadly. “I’m sorry, Gabriel.” “You’re here now. Apparuit iam beatitudo vestra.” “I don’t know what that means.” She sounded shy. “It means now your blessedness appears. But really, it should be now my blessedness appears. Now that you’re here.” He pulled her closer, snaking his arm beneath her neck and down to her waist where he splayed his hand, fingers wide, at the small of her back. “For the rest of my life, I’ll dream of hearing your voice breathe my name. ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#sylvain-reynard #dreams

Life and death are important. Don't suffer them in vain. ↗

— Bodhidharma

#important #life #life and death #suffer #them