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1 " Hypocrisy is the resin that holds the plywood of society together. "
― Scott Meyer , Help Is on the Way: A Collection of Basic Instructions: Collection of Basic Instructions v. 1
2 " They call it kintsugi. The pot is shattered, then carefully reassembled with a resin mixed with gold. It symbolizes how we must incorporate our wounds into who we are, rather than try to merely repair and forget them. "
― David Wong , Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits (Zoey Ashe, #1)
3 " By simplifying our lives, we rediscover our child-like stalk of innocents that reconnects us with the central resin of our innate humanity that knows truth and goodness. To see the world through a lens of youthful rapture is to see life for what it can be and to see for ourselves what we wish to become. In this beam of newly discovered ecstasy for life, we realize the splendor of love, life, and the unbounded beauty of the natural world. "
― , Dead Toad Scrolls
4 " ...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night... "
― , A Familiar Rain
5 " the fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out—a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights "
― john j geddes
6 " It drains the bars and cafes after hours, concentrates the wicked and the guilty along its chipped Formica counter, and thrums with the gossip of criminals, policemen, shtarkers,and schlemiels, whores and night owls ... three or four floaters, solitaries, and drunks between benders lean against the sparkly resin counter, sucking the tea from their shtekelehs and working the calulations of their next big mistake. "
― Michael Chabon
7 " What big eyes you have. Eyes of an incomparable luminosity, the numinous phosphorescence of the eyes of lycanthropes. The gelid green of your eyes fixes my reflective face; It is a preservative, like a green liquid amber; it catches me. I am afraid I will be trapped in it for ever like the poor little ants and flies that stuck their feet in resin before the sea covered the Baltic. He winds me into the circle of his eye on a reel of birdsong. There is a black hole in the middle of both your eyes; it is their still centre, looking there makes me giddy, as if I might fall into it. "
― Angela Carter , The Erl-King
