I am hopeful, though not full of hope, and the only reason I don't believe in happy endings is because I don't believe in endings. Postcards from Ed: Dispatches and Salvos from an American Iconoclast
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Quote:- I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.
Author:- Michael Faudet
Category:- time
Quote:- I am in this same river. I can't much help it. I admit it: I'm racist. The other night I saw a group (or maybe a pack?) or white teenagers standing in a vacant lot, clustered around a 4x4, and I crossed the street to avoid them; had they been black, I probably would have taken another street entirely. And I'm misogynistic. I admit that, too. I'm a shitty cook, and a worse house cleaner, probably in great measure because I've internalized the notion that these are woman's work. Of course, I never admit that's why I don't do them: I always say I just don't much enjoy those activities (which is true enough; and it's true enough also that many women don't enjoy them either), and in any case, I've got better things to do, like write books and teach classes where I feel morally superior to pimps. And naturally I value money over life. Why else would I own a computer with a hard drive put together in Thailand by women dying of job-induced cancer? Why else would I own shirts mad in a sweatshop in Bangladesh, and shoes put together in Mexico? The truth is that, although many of my best friends are people of color (as the cliche goes), and other of my best friends are women, I am part of this river: I benefit from the exploitation of others, and I do not much want to sacrifice this privilege. I am, after all, civilized, and have gained a taste for "comforts and elegancies" which can be gained only through the coercion of slavery. The truth is that like most others who benefit from this deep and broad river, I would probably rather die (and maybe even kill, or better, have someone kill for me) than trade places with the men, women, and children who made my computer, my shirt, my shoes.
The Culture of Make Believe
Author:- Derrick Jensen
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- I am increasingly unsure of the division we put between the past and the present. It seems, the more time I spend wandering the land, seeing the things my parents saw, and feeling the same things, almost as if I am, at times, them-as if our biological progress has been so infinitesimal that there's no significant difference between us-that there is no true fence, no stone wall, between the present and the past: that we construct (out of fear, or hunger for the future, gluttony, these fences behind us; that we turn our backs on who and what we really are-who and what we still are.
Author:- Rick Bass
Category:- time
Quote:- I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.--from "Elm", written 19 April 1962
Ariel
Author:- Sylvia Plath
Category:- poetry
Quote:- I am just an ordinary guy with a high internet profile.
Author:- Steven Magee
Category:- best
Quote:- I am knowing to him who lacks knowledge,One who teaches a man what is useful to him.I am a straight one in the king’s house,Who knows what to say in every office.I am a listener who listens to the truth,Who ponders it in the heart.I am one pleasant to his lord’s house,Who is remembered for his good qualities.I am kindly in the offices,One who is calm and does not roar.I am kindly, not short-tempered,One who does not attack a man for a remark.I am accurate like the scales.Straight and true like Thoth.I am firm-footed, well-disposed,Loyal to him who advanced him.I am a knower who taught himself knowledge,An advisor whose advice is sought.I am a speaker in the hall of justice,Skilled in speech in anxious situations.
Ancient Egyptian Literature, Volume I: The Old and Middle Kingdoms
Author:- Miriam Lichtheim
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- I am listening to the wind, to the voice in the wind telling me to write it all down. So I do.
Wheels
Author:- Kwame Dawes
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.
Author:- Virginia Satir
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- I am more afraid that this people have so much confidence in their leaders that they will not inquire for themselves of God whether they are led by him. I am fearful they settle down in a state of blind self security. Let every man and woman know, by the whispering of the Spirit of God to themselves, whether their leaders are walking in the path the Lord dictates, or not.
Author:- Brigham Young
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- I am more than the moments that locked my essence in trauma. Using every ounce of pain, never forgetting my worth, moving away from the drama.
My Soul's Dance, Accepting the Shadows while Embracing the Light: Poems about Death and Rebirth
Author:- Maria Teresa Teresa Pratico
Category:- motivational,inspiration
Quote:- I am my own biggest critic. Before anyone else has criticized me, I have already criticized myself. But for the rest of my life, I am going to be with me and I don't want to spend my life with someone who is always critical. So I am going to stop being my own critic. It's high time that I accept all the great things about me.
Author:- C. JoyBell C.
Category:- Life
Quote:- I am never smart enough to be smart enough.
Author:- Craig D. Lounsbrough
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- I am no ecological Pollyana. I have borne, and will continue to bear, feelings of wholehearted melancholy over the ecological state of the earth. How could I not? How could anyone not? But I am unwilling to become a hand-wringing nihilist, as some environmental 'realists' seem to believe is the more mature posture. Instead, I choose to dwell, as Emily Dickinson famously suggested, in possibility, where we cannot predict what will happen but we make space for it, whatever it is, and realize that our participation has value. This is grown-up optimism, where our bondedness with the rest of creation, a sense of profound interaction, and a belief in our shared ingenuity give meaning to our lives and actions on behalf of the more-than-human world.
Crow Planet: Essential Wisdom from the Urban Wilderness
Author:- Lyanda Lynn Haupt
Category:- hope
Quote:- I am no friend of probability theory, I have hated it from the first moment when our dear friend Max Born gave it birth. For it could be seen how easy and simple it made everything, in principle, everything ironed and the true problems concealed. Everybody must jump on the bandwagon [Ausweg]. And actually not a year passed before it became an official credo, and it still is.
Author:- Erwin Schrödinger
Category:- science
Quote:- I am no green child to believe what I am told without proof.
The Priory of the Orange Tree
Author:- Samantha Shannon
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- I am not a finished poem, and I am not the song you’ve turned me into. I am a detached human being, making my way in a world that is constantly trying to push me aside, and you who send me letters and emails and beautiful gifts wouldn’t even recognise me if you saw me walking down the street where I live tomorrowfor I am not a poem. I am tired and worn out and the eyes you would see would not be painted or inspiredbut empty and weary from drinking too much at all timesand I am not the life of your party who sings and has glorious words to speakfor I don’t speak muchat alland my voice is raspy and unsteady from unhealthy living and not much sleep and I only use it when I sing and I always sing too muchor not at alland never when people are around because they expect poems and symphonies and I am nota poembut an elegyat my bestbut unedited and uncut and not a lot of people want to work with me because there’s only so much you can do with an audio take, with the plug-ins and EQs and I was born distorted, disordered, and I’m pretty fine with that,but others are not.
Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving
Author:- Charlotte Eriksson
Category:- poetry
Quote:- I am not a little bit of many things; but I am the sufficient representation of many things. I am not an incompletion of all these races; but I am a masterpiece of the prolific. I am an entirety, I am not a lack of anything; rather I am a whole of many things. God did not see it needful to make me generic. He thinks I am better than that.
Author:- C. JoyBell C.
Category:- inspiration