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Terry Tempest Williams • The Pall Of Our Unrest
The word I use is hubris. Our word for arrogance that scrapes the stars, for violence and towering rage as ugly as the gods.
Madeline Miller • The Song of Achilles: A Novel
THE LEADEN EYED Let not young souls be smothered out before They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride. It is the world’s sore crime its babes grow dull, Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden eyed. Not that they starve, but starve so dreamlessly, Not that they sow, but they seldom reap. Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve Not that
... See moreDavid Whyte • The Heart Aroused: Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America
Almighty and most merciful Father, we have erred and strayed from thy ways like lost sheep, we have followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts.
James K. A. Smith • You Are What You Love: The Spiritual Power of Habit
A Psalm of Life
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We, you and I”—he touches my chest with the back of his index finger—“are dirty. We are made for blood. Rough hands. Dirty hearts. We are lesser creatures in the grand scheme of things, but without us men of war, no one except those of Lykos would hear Eo’s song. Without our rough hands, the dreams of the pure hearts would never be built.”
Pierce Brown • Red Rising (Red Rising Series Book 1)
You are killing me, fish, the old man thought. But you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you, brother. Come on and kill me. I do not care who kills who.
Ernest Hemingway • The Old Man and the Sea
He played a magnificent and beloved harp with which he controlled the changing of the seasons and which would come to his hand when he called.