Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.
— Cormac Mccarthy, Suttree (via chazkeats)
In view of the fact that God limited the intelligence of man, it seems unfair that he did not also limit his stupidity.
— Konrad Adenauer (via observando)
He who looks on a true friend looks, as it were, upon a kind of image of himself: wherefore friends, though absent, are still present; though in poverty, they are rich; though weak, yet in the enjoyment of health; and, what is still more difficult to assert, though dead, they are alive.
— Cicero (via observando)
One does not ask of one who suffers: What is your country and what is your religion? One merely says: You suffer, that is enough for me…
— Louis Pasteur (via observando)
Ideas, unlike solid structures, do not perish. They remain immortal, immaterial and everywhere, like all Divine things. Ideas are a golden, savage landscape that we wander unaware, without a map. Be careful: in the last analysis, reality may be exactly what we think it is.
— Alan Moore (via observando)