It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless.
— L.R. Knost (via liquidlightandrunningtrees) - I believe in this more and more every day I am a father.
Half the failures in life arise from pulling in one’s horse as it is leaping.
— Julius Hare (via magillaguerrilla)
There is memory that we manage, and there is memory that manages us.
— Philip Gourevich, in a The New Yorker article on the genocide in Rwanda.
You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.
— Mark Twain via jimmoriarty & @MediaREDEF
He who angers you conquers you.
— Elizabeth Kenny, via Swissmiss
It was pretty good. It tasted just like toast, but better.
— How Did Toast Become the Latest Artisanal Food Craze?
This turns into a pretty great article.(via mattlehrer)
I want to make good citizens. If a child hears fine music from the day of his birth and learns to play it himself, he develops sensitivity, discipline and endurance. He gets a beautiful heart.
— Shin’ichi Suzuki (via poetc)
It can continuously break 6 feet of ice at three knots.
— Business Insider on the Polar Star, the Coast Guard’s most powerful icebreaker.
Never advance anything which cannot be proved in a simple and decisive fashion.
— Louis Pasteur
”If you sell your expertise you have a limited repertoire. If you sell your ignorance, you have an unlimited repertoire. He was selling his ignorance and his desire to learn about a subject. The journey of him going from not knowing to knowing was his work.”
— Richard Saul Wurman, founder of TED, about Charles Eames’ approach to life (via andyetcetera)
One recognizes one’s course by discovering the paths that stray from it.
— Albert Camus
Oh no. I think my dad just got a Twitter account.
— Stephen Menton
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
— Lao Tzu, via Alex Cottin
We ain’t got time to be tired, we got a long, long way to go.
— Roy Ayers
One great big small thing, like pollen in the spring breeze.
— Bilal, All Matter