#go

When we find that we have been aroused to anger we must call for God's help like the apostles when they were tossed about by the wind and storm on the waters. He will command your passions to cease and there will be a great calm. ↗

— St. Francis de Sales

#anger #god #peace #anger

Throughout my career, when I was finished with the drawing for one film I would go up to the story department and help develop sequences. Sometimes these were for scenes that I would animate later on. ↗

— Marc Davis

#career #department #develop #drawing #film

A desperate plea to the Trinity is not something you can just apologize for in the morning -Drunk Dialing the Divine ↗

— Amber Koneval

#brokenness #catholic #christian #despair #desperateness

In Chicago, you can't swing a cat without hitting an Irish pub (and angering the cat), but McAnally's place stands out from the crowd. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#cat #chicago #anger

We're still dancing to tunes created by men who thought that a thunderstorm was a sig of God's anger. ↗

— Raymond Khoury

#god #thunderstrorm #tune #anger

It's a pragmatist's business, comedy. Start off with good intentions and references to the Pompidou Centre and you end up with boiled sweets and a pantomime cow. ↗

— Mel Smith

#business #centre #comedy #cow #end

.. they look like they've escaped from a nursing home. Everywhere I turn I see puffy skin & radiant expressions, crinkles & pearls, broad smiles & high hair... Collectively they all lean forward, like bamboo in the wind. Their postures may be cruelled by age but their excitement is adolescent. Cackling & wheezing with laughter the elderly hordes squeeze into the waiting vans & shuffle about... ↗

— Tim Latham

#age

I took to the Kingswood the midsummer after the Dame died. I did not swear a vow, but I kept to myself just as strictly, living like a beast in the forest from one midsummer to the next, without fire or iron or the taste of meat. I lived as prey, and I learned from the dogs how to run, from the hare how to hide in the bracken, and from the deer how to go hungry. In sorrow and pride I exiled myself to Kingswood. I shunned fire for I feared the kingsmen would hunt me down, and so by the way of cold and hunger I came near to refusing life itself. I never thought to anger or please a god by it. ↗

— Sarah Micklem

#gods #hiding #hunger #running-away #survival

God, in his wisdom, sent us his angels, to whisper our names on the wind. God, in his anger, released his devils, to pester our souls to the end. ↗

— Sam Cheever

#devils #god #anger

One day hurt will also change into memories. ↗

— Park So Hee

#change