#ems

Most novices picture themselves as masters - and are content with the picture. This is why there are so few masters. ↗

— Jean Toomer

#few #masters #most #novices #picture

My heart seems to heal, so that speaks well for my future. ↗

— Alex Trebek

#heal #heart #seems #speaks #well

Hierarchy and discipline gave shape to the world;that was what he had always believed.Life was made easy by adherence toa rigid structure.But maybe that only really worked when you were at the top of the ladder,when you were doing well.The further down the rungs you went,the more of a victim of circumstances you became and the less it mattered whether or not you were in control. ↗

— James Lovegrove

#discipline #life #systems #age

Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over. ↗

— Octavia Butler

#art #being #destiny #friend #go

I wish I had known more firsthand about the concerns and problems of American businesspeople while I was a U.S. senator and later a presidential nominee. That knowledge would have made me a better legislator and a more worthy aspirant to the White House. ↗

— George McGovern

#american #better #businesspeople #concerns #firsthand

I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music. ↗

— Joan Miro

#colors #i #like #music #notes

Work is when you confront the problems you might otherwise be tempted to run away from ↗

— Rolf Potts

#running-away #work #art

The art of being wise is the art of knowing that solutions don’t come from individuals but rather experiences. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#experiences #growth #problems #solutions #art

A good problem is something you don't know how to solve. That's what makes it a good puzzle and a good opportunity. ↗

— Paul Lockhart

#problems #art

O Deus Ego Amo Te Oh God, I love Thee mightily, Not only for Thy saving me, Nor yet because who love not Thee Must burn throughout eternity. Thou, Thou, my Jesu, once didst me Embrace upon the bitter Tree. For me the nails, the soldier's spear, With injury and insult, bear- In pain all pain exceeding, In sweating and in bleeding, Yea, very death, and that for me A sinner all unheeding! O Jesu, should I not love Thee Who thus hast dealt so lovingly- Not hoping some reward to see, Nor lest I my damnation be; But as Thyself hast loved me, So love I now and always Thee, Because my King alone Thou art, Because, O God, mine own Thou art! ↗

— Robert Hugh Benson

#jesus #poems #art