August 24, 2014 - 1 month ago - J

I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

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August 24, 2014 - 1 month ago - J

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.

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August 24, 2014 - 1 month ago - J

A friend to all is a friend to none.

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August 24, 2014 - 1 month ago - J

I just like seeing the world, and it doesn’t matter where.

— Kareem Abdul-Jabba (via kushandwizdom)

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August 24, 2014 - 1 month ago - J
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August 24, 2014 - 1 month ago - J

Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all.

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August 24, 2014 - 1 month ago - J

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August 24, 2014 - 1 month ago - J

A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic.

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August 24, 2014 - 1 month ago - J

One’s life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.

— Simone de Beauvoir (via kushandwizdom)

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August 24, 2014 - 1 month ago - J

Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.

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