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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b70fcfd | When we look at stories of renaming in the Bible, we often find that a character is handed a new name they never asked for. While I'm sure Abraham treasured the new name and promise God gave him, and while Peter probably felt honored in the moment Jesus proclaimed him the bedrock of the church, not everybody comes by their new name so easily. Some people have to fight for it. | christianity faith lgbt transgender | Austen Hartke | |
| 2da0e38 | Innocence is the currency. Survival is bought with innocence. You are born with an abundance of innocence and no knowledge of how to survive: you spend your life trading one for the other. But it only works one way. You can't buy back your innocence. | Peter Abrahams | ||
| 546bd3d | Gargantuan figure. Almost seven feet tall, he had great physical strength and remarkable manual dexterity, and his interests were astonishingly broad. He claimed to have mastered fourteen trades as well as surgery and dentistry. When courtiers and servants took sick they tried to conceal it from Peter, for if he thought that medical attention was needed he would gather his instruments and offer his services. Among his personal belongings Pe.. | Abraham Ascher | ||
| 60f453e | the Scripture is like one big, unbroken story about people who decided to follow God and ended up failing almost as much as they succeeded. After God told Abraham that he was going to have millions of kids, the old man literally laughed in God's face. Jacob was a lying cheat before he met God at Bethel. And he was a lying cheat afterward too. These are two of Israel's greatest patriarchs. Moses was a murderer, a doubter, an excuse-maker. he.. | Lecrae Moore | ||
| 9e4825b | What are you tittering at, Mr Holles?' asked Captain Aubrey. 'Nothing, sir.' 'Now I come to think of it, I have a letter from your guardian, Mr Holles. He wishes to be assured that your moral welfare is well in hand, and that you do not neglect your Bible. You do not neglect your Bibles, any of you, I dare say?' 'Oh, no, sir.' 'I am glad to hear it. Where the Devil would you be, if you neglected your Bible? Tell me, Mr Holles, who was Abrah.. | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| 561cdec | In the ancient world, especially among nomadic people, life was lived on foot. They walked step by step along a "path" or "way" in search of food and water for their flocks and herds. As a result, walking became a metaphor for the journey of life. We are called "to live [our lives] before God in such a way that every single step is made with reference to [him] and every day experiences him close at hand."4 To each of us, God says as He did .. | Robert Saucy | ||
| 6eeccf3 | I had forgotten about the baby. Until then she had been giving birth to birth--to contractions and noises and liquids. There was someone in there. We | Miranda July | ||
| 22deb5b | Their prayer was rage. | Miranda July | ||
| 1e1675e | I always had to resist the urge to go to him like a wife, as if we'd already been a couple for a hundred thousand lifetimes. Caveman and cavewoman. King and queen. Nuns | Miranda July | ||
| 21afc7d | Then Potato ran by. He was a little brown dog, just like the woman said. He tore past me like he was about to miss a plane. He was gone by the time I even realized it had to be Potato. But he looked joyful, and I thought: Good for him. Live the dream, Potato. | Miranda July | ||
| 5718288 | I wanted to be the kind of teacher who learned from her students. | Miranda July | ||
| 02beb20 | So this was what it was like not to be me. | Miranda July | ||
| e874fea | Where did they go, those things we did? | Miranda July | ||
| 5f68399 | We could smell each other's shampoo and the laundry detergents we had chosen and I smelled that she didn't smoke but someone she loved did[...] | Miranda July | ||
| 1a6f44a | Everyone knows that if you paint a human being entirely with house paint he will live, as long as you don't paint the bottom of his feet. It takes only a little thing like this to kill a person. | Miranda July | ||
| 24309b1 | Why do you think we are the only animal that kisses? She was near again. Because the area in front of our faces is our most intimate zone. She drew a breath. This is why humans are the only romantic animal! | Miranda July | ||
| 90e1ee9 | I'm not saying I asked for it, only that there are moments when we are sending signals not just to the boys in the room but to all of creation. | Miranda July | ||
| a9e0546 | You seem incredibly faraway to me, like someone on the other side of a lake. A dot so small that it isn't male or female or young or old; it is just smiling. | Miranda July | ||
| 029306c | A real mother throws her heart over the fence and then climbs after it. | Miranda July | ||
| 534c1e0 | You will eat, you will laugh at stupid things, you will stay up all night just to see what it feels like, you will fall painfully in love, you will have babies of your own, you will doubt and regret and yearn and keep a secret. You will get old and decrepit, and you will die, exhausted from all that living. | Miranda July | ||
| 7e893ef | The singer was lifted up and illuminated with gratitude, not for any one thing, but for the whole of his life, even for the agony. Even in Latin you could tell he was thanking God for the agony in particular, for the way it allowed him to cleave so tightly to the world. | Miranda July | ||
| 7308f90 | After a minute a willowy woman with a baby boy came out. The baby was swinging a crystal from a string. I checked to see if he and I had a special connection that was greater than his bond with his mother. We didn't. | Miranda July | ||
| f8f98fe | I was an angel looking down into the world, into one car on the world, into two members of mankind, into their souls, and into the place behind their souls: the void. | Miranda July | ||
| a0657ab | I wanted her to know, from the moment she heard my voice, that I was dying. I delivered a salutation so craven, so wretched, that it fell through language like pebbles. Hello. | Miranda July | ||
| 2ebca1a | But we couldn't see to form a chain of doubt between each other's eyes. And her voice had a vibrant certainty that made believing her feel liberating and obvious. | Miranda July | ||
| ba3ae09 | He pulled away, the teenager pulled away, but his eyes held my eyes like hands. | Miranda July | ||
| f83bea9 | and together we pushed through paragraphs, painstakingly sounding out the words, knitting them into human sentences that said very little. | Miranda July | ||
| ad0a75e | Each word he said was boring, but collectively the melody of them lulled me. I tried to resist, but just the weight of him, in pounds | Miranda July | ||
| b20ad30 | A teenage Filipino boy walked up to the car and just stood there, the way people do when disaster strikes. | Miranda July | ||
| 53f8c31 | I have to do it to day. It's the first day of the rest of my life. Oh. I had a day like that last week. Really? What happened? I woke up and thought, This is the first day of the rest of my life. Then what happened? | Miranda July | ||
| 6d07bb0 | Tom looked across the patio, our eyes met, and for a split second I remembered my drunken nineteen-year-old face pressed against his chest at a party, his lips resting on the top of my head, murmuring, You know I wish I could. | Miranda July | ||
| 4411de4 | The boy was growing bored and this was a form of growing up. | Miranda July | ||
| bc1567e | I had a joint once and I didn't feel right for a whole year. | Miranda July | ||
| 89d454a | He drank the cotton-candy milk from the day at the pier. The last batch was from the morning she left and this milk was full of plans I didn't know about. When he finished that bottle she was really gone, every last drop of her. | Miranda July | ||
| a85113b | I was never good at jumping in, letting go of one element and embracing another. | Miranda July | ||
| 704526d | For the first six months I just walked around in a constant state of amazement. I looked at other couple and wondered how they could be so calm about it. They held hands as if they weren't even holding hands. | Miranda July | ||
| 66c9eb3 | But as the sun rose I crested the mountain of my self-pity and remembered I was always going to die at the end of this life anyway. | Miranda July | ||
| 1367f74 | At its best, my system gives me a smoother living experience. My days become dreamlike, no edges anywhere, none of the snags and snafus that life is so famous for. After days and days alone it gets silky to the point where I can't even feel myself anymore, it's as if I don't exist. | Miranda July | ||
| 48861b4 | I wondered how many other things had flown past me into death. Perhaps many. Perhaps I was flying past them, like the grim reaper, signaling the end. This would explain so much. | depression | Miranda July | |
| faedde8 | When I said "a lot of work," I moved my hands apart to represent all the work. He stared at the space between my palms and asked if I played the accordion. I could feel the accordion between my hands and how impressed he would be if I said yes." | Miranda July | ||
| 3c45e24 | Each day I wondered what would happen next. What happens when you stop wanting, when you are happy. | Miranda July | ||
| 6f87690 | It's an overreaction, my dear. History goes by swings. People overreact and pass harsh unrealistic laws which attempt to stamp out an essential social process. When this happens, the people who understand have to carry on as best they can until the pendulum swings back. | sociology | James Tiptree Jr. | |
| 4a61aa9 | I find, in all the writings of women, a strange muffled quality, as if the living word, as it left the lips, had been hastily suppressed and another substituted, one which would conform to some pattern imposed from without. [...] I am trying, from the living urge of my own life, to force open channels of communication so far mostly closed. [...] To press out naked into the dark spaces of life is perhaps to build a small part of the path alo.. | Julie Phillips | ||
| a537a18 | Brash souls made jokes about what must be mountains of unread spy-eye data stored who knew where and how. | nsa | James Tiptree Jr. |