#chant

Mitt Romney is a true Mormon. John Edwards and Bill Clinton are not real Mormons. It was not 'Brigham Young' they were chanting. It was 'Bring 'em young.' ↗

— Evan Sayet

#bill clinton #brigham #bring #chanting #clinton

"Yes we can" always struck many as a naive and childish chant, like something ripped off from the Camp Fire Girls. ↗

— Craig Shirley

#camp #chant #childish #fire #like

Chanting was very deep for me. It was as if I remembered it. It was like a real surrender. ↗

— Ione Skye

#deep #i #like #me #real

As a novelist, I have a somewhat higher soapbox to stand on than most people do when it comes to talking back to the merchants of fear. ↗

— L. Neil Smith

#comes #fear #higher #i #merchants

A mother becomes a true grandmother the day she stops noticing the terrible things her children do because she is so enchanted with the wonderful things her grandchildren do. ↗

— Lois Wyse

#becomes #children #day #enchanted #grandchildren

Do you still look at each other like you once did, back at the beginning of the story when everything was a question you were too afraid to find the answer to? ↗

— Alethea Kontis

#enchanted #love #marriage #sunday-woodcutter #love

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#music

A magnificent cause can overcome a prickly personality, but your ability to enchant people increases if they like you, so you should aspire to both. You’ll know that you’re likeable when you can communicate freely, casually, and comfortably with people. ↗

— Guy Kawasaki

#enchantment #inspiration #communication

I need a suit of armor and the courage to stand behind my convictions to fight for what I want. ↗

— Ella Frank

#chantel-rosenberg #courage

What troubled her so, she thinks, is the dream's effect of nullifying the present. For she is passionately attached to her present; nothing in the world would induce her to trade it for the past or the future. That is why she dislikes dreams: they impose an unacceptable equivalence among the various periods of the same life, a leveling contemporaneity of everything a person has ever experienced; they discredit the present by denying it its priviledged status. As in that night's dream: it obliterated a whole chunk of her life; in its place the past came lumbering in. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#dreams