“And last are the few whose delight is in meditation and understanding; who yearn not for goods, nor for victory, but for knowledge; who leave both market and battlefield to lose themselves in the quiet clarity of secluded thought; whose will is a light rather than a fire, whose haven is not power but truth: these are the men of wisdom, who stand aside unused by the world.”—Will Durant (via heoro)
After the ceasefire that they swore would last, she had the bright idea "To hell with the past!" That's where love lay bleeding licking at its wounds. The times were never changing sticking to their guns, she thought she really meant it, that's the honest truth; she felt it in her marrow, she felt it in her boots.
Knowing that I sometimes think about/experience/respond to things incorrectly does not help me to fix anything, it just makes me feel stupid for thinking about/experiencing/responding to things incorrectly, which is, in itself, the incorrect response.
The stone inside the mountain revealed a human heart shown the core unfolding song on wind tumultuous in the soft world bones protruding the heart blossoms for a moment amid stone and then crawls back inside the cave mountain heaving I can’t see or hear from where I’m standing.
“I have administrative bones to pick with God, Boo. I’ll say God seems to have a kind of laid-back management style I’m not crazy about. I’m pretty much anti-death. God looks by all accounts to be pro-death. I’m not seeing how we can get together on this issue, he and I.”—David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via foralskelse)