“There is certainly no single remedy for this condition and I am offering no panacea. But it seems reasonable to believe — and I do believe — that the more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us the less taste we shall have for the destruction of our race. Wonder and humility are wholesome emotions, and they do not exist side by side with a lust for destruction.” BelieveRealitySeemsUniverseSidesRaceEmotionAttentionWonderFocusConditionsHumilityTasteDestructionLustReasonableOfferingRemedySilent SpringPanacea Book:Lost Woods: The Discovered Writing of Rachel Carson Source: Lost Woods: The Discovered Writing of Rachel Carson
“In art them is a point of perfection, as of goodness or maturity in nature; he who is able to perceive it, and who loves it, has perfect taste; he who does not feel it, or loves on this side or that, has an imperfect taste.” FeelsDoeArtAbleSidesPerfectTasteGoodnessPerfectionPerceiveMaturityImperfect Author:Jean de la Bruyere
“The future is always fairyland to the young. Life is like a beautiful and winding lane, on either side bright flowers, and beautiful butterflies and tempting fruits, which we scarcely pause to admire and to taste, so eager are we to hasten to an opening which we imagine will be more beautiful still. But by degrees, as we advance, the trees grow bleak; the flowers and butterflies fail, the fruits disappear, and we find we have arrived--to reach a desert waste.” StillsBeautifulYoungLife IsGrowsSidesImagineFailingTreeFlowerTasteFutureDegreesWasteFruitDisappearAdmireOpeningDesertButterflyPausesLife Is LikeLanesBleakTemptingYoung LifeBeautiful Butterfly Author:George Augustus Henry Sala
“I love to leave, to be ready-for, to be on the run! That's my boyish side, it's the pant's me! Pants which allow for the attitudes, gestures and movements of a man but that are still female in taste and free enough so that I can slip my hands inside!” MenStillsI CanEnoughHandsRunningSidesAttitudeMovementReadyTasteFemaleSlipsPantsGesturesBoyish Author:Sonia Rykiel
“Without ignoring the objective side of the truth, it has to be subjective as well, Buddha's whole teaching just for you, something you can taste. Not something to believe in but to discover, to experience.” BelieveWellsWholeSidesTeachingTasteObjectivesSubjective Author:Shunryu Suzuki
“The meat of the buffalo tastes the same on both sides of the border.” SidesTasteBordersMeatBoth SidesInternational RelationsBuffalo Author:Sitting Bull
“Paris, hours in the café, a certain spirit of rebellion, one side a bit too stubborn, the sea, the true, in Bretagne, the walking in Provence, the taste, the passion for literature, the libraries, the beautiful editions, remaking the world in a set of hours around a table and a bottle of wine. Talking without really saying nothing, just for the pleasure of talking. The museums, the theatres, the elegance, the delicacy, the heritage of the Illustration, a humanistic philosophy. The balance we got between a nordic rigor and a latin savoir-vivre, the insolence and the freedom.” WorldPhilosophyBeautifulSpiritCertainPassionLiteratureBitsSidesHoursPleasureTalkingSeaBalanceWalkingTasteTablesWineLibraryTheatreParisRebellionLatinBottlesMuseumsHeritageStubbornEleganceIllustrationDelicacyRigorHumanisticInsolenceBottles Of WineSaying NothingProvenceNordic Author:Clemence Poesy
“And music is kind of a - it's like a finicky industry to be in of course. Like, tastes change. You're hot one minute; you're not - you know, I've been through it quite a few times, like, on both sides of it.” KnowsKindCoursesSidesMinutesIndustryTasteMusic IsHotBoth SidesOne Minute Author:Mark Ronson
“I think there's a huge parallel that affects my musical taste, and connections that have to do with my ethnic diversity and my musical tastes and the diversity of that. And it's interesting that, growing up on the circuit, it posed such a challenge, not only to me deciding what my identity was amongst my peers, but then on the music side, it was like trying to explain or convince people especially in the music industry that there was a place for what I was trying to do. But at the same time, I think it has a lot to do with timing and even me, like, understanding it.” PeopleThinkingTryingUnderstandingSidesChallengesInterestingGrowing UpGrowingIdentityHugeIndustryTasteDiversityConnectionsMusicalConvinceTimingPeersParallelsMusic IndustryCircuitsMusical TasteEthnic Diversity Author:Miguel
“Fireheart dashed to the warrior's side. Cloudtail was standing stiff-legged, every hair in his pelt on end as if he were facing an enemy. His eyes were fixed on the limp heap of tabby fur huddled at his paws. "Why, Fireheart?" Cloudtail wailed. "Why her?" Fireheart knew, but rage and grief made it hard to speak. "Because Tigerstar wants the pack to get a taste of cat blood," he rasped. The dead cat lying in front of them was Brindleface.” IfsWantMadeEndsHardEyeLyingSpeakSidesGriefEnemyBloodFrontsHairTasteStandingCatRageMade ItWarriorFixedHis EyesPacksFurPawsWhy HerTigerstar Author:Erin Hunter
“All that you touch All that you see All that you taste All you feel. All that you love All that you hate All you distrust All you save. All that you give All that you deal All that you buy, beg, borrow or steal. All you create All you destroy All that you do All that you say. All that you eat And everyone you meet All that you slight And everyone you fight. All that is now All that is gone All that's to come and everything under the sun is in tune but the sun is eclipsed by the moon. "There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark.” GivingFeelsMatterFactsHateFightingSidesDarkDealsSunGoneTasteMoonStealingTunesDistrustDark SideMatter Of Fact Author:Roger Waters
“... her taste in music haunted my memory and I had to stop at Tower Records on the Upper West Side to buy ninety dollars' worth of rap CDs but, as expected, I'm at a loss: [...] voices uttering ugly words like digit, pudding, chunk.” SidesVoiceMemoriesLossRecordsTasteDollarsWestUglyRapExpectedTowersNinetyCdsChunksPuddingWest SideTaste In Music Book:American Psycho Source: American Psycho