#from

I wish I could show you the little village where I was born. It's so lovely there...I used to think it too small to spend a life in, but now I'm not so sure. ↗

— Mary Kelly

#small-town #life

Be the person you really are and not the person you'e allowed yourself to become," Kate said to Nikki. From 'Life Song ↗

— Christine M. Knight

#from- #life

Writing is my way of reaffirming my own existence. ↗

— Gao Xinjian

#writing-from-the-heart #writing-life #life

I don't have a love life. I have a like life.' Mamie smiled. She thought how nice that might be, to be peacefully free from love... ↗

— Lorrie Moore

#love-life #love-story #life

I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. Skylarks sing in the sunshine, the blue sky, the warm air, in the fresh morning light. The owl flies by night, a dark shadow passing through the darkness; he hoots his sinister, quivering hoot, as though he delights in the intoxicating black immensity of space. ↗

— Guy de Maupassant

#constantine #from #helen #paris #tales

Out of the clouds I hear a faint bark, as of a faraway dog. It is strange how the world cocks its ear to that sound, wondering. Soon it is louder: the honk of geese, invisible, but coming on. The flock emerges from the low clouds, a tattered banner of birds, dipping and rising, blown up and blown down, blown together and blown apart, but advancing, the wind wrestling lovingly with each winnowing wing. When the flock is a blur in the far sky I hear the last honk, sounding taps for summer. It is warm behind the driftwood now, for the wind has gone with the geese. So would I--if I were the wind. ↗

— Aldo Leopold

#love

بعد أن تعلم أهل المريخ كيف ينصتون حققوا أعظم اكتشاف مدهش، لقد بدأوا يدركون أن الانصات لزهرية تتحدث عن مشكلات يمكن حقا أن يساعدهم على الخروج من كهوفهم، مثلما هو الحال عند مشاهدة مبارة في التلفزيون أو قراءة الصحف. ↗

— John Gray

#women-are-from-venus #men

As far as I’m concerned, this is the worst thing that’s happened since I found out why Magnus was banned from Peru. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #magnus-banned-from-peru #city

and a day spent working for money is wasted while a day spent writing poetry is wasted but more honest. ↗

— Tim Lane

#money

If there are meta-beings, a god or gods who did not create teh world, then they can tell us what to do the same way bullies can, though they have no jurisdiction. They can run our countries like Italian neighborhoods and along the same principles. Do it or get whacked. Bend your knees, slaughter bulls, lick dirt, give us your milk money. But might, even above the human level, does not make right. But a creative God, a God without whom none of this would be, a God who spoke reality inot being and shapes it even now, He has authority. The world is His. You are His the way my words are mine. We are dust spoken from nothing, shaped with the moisture of His breath, named and now-living. ↗

— N. D. Wilson

#money