#lan

The people seemed nearly ostentatious about minding their own business. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#business

It was language I loved, not meaning. I liked poetry better when I wasn't sure what it meant. Eliot has said that the meaning of the poem is provided to keep the mind busy while the poem gets on with its work -- like the bone thrown to the dog by the robber so he can get on with his work. . . . Is beauty a reminder of something we once knew, with poetry one of its vehicles? Does it give us a brief vision of that 'rarely glimpsed bright face behind/ the apparency of things'? Here, I suppose, we ought to try the impossible task of defining poetry. No one definition will do. But I must admit to a liking for the words of Thomas Fuller, who said: 'Poetry is a dangerous honey. I advise thee only to taste it with the Tip of thy finger and not to live upon it. If thou do'st, it will disorder thy Head and give thee dangerous Vertigos. ↗

— P.K. Page

#language #poetry #words #beauty

Have courage. We still have our clan. There is always hope. ↗

— Erin Hunter

#thunderclan #warriors #courage

A farm is a business, and I ran mine into the ground. The next year it grew back.
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— Jarod Kintz

#failure #farm #farmer #ground #growth

Storage is important. Whether it's cushions you only use outside in the summer, or blankets that only come out in the winter, you've always got to think of where to store them. ↗

— Anthea Turner

#blankets #come #cushions #got #important

Invest in the future because that is where you are going to spend the rest of your life. ↗

— Habeeb Akande

#future #invest #money #planning #time

Dickens writes that one of his characters, "listened to everything without seeming to, which showed he understood his business. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#expertise #nonchalance #business

If every day at work feels like a Friday, then you are doing what you were meant to do. ↗

— Alan W. Kennedy

#corporate-culture #risk #strategic-planning #strategy #values

The sun had already set behind the mountains, and the sky had been drained of color. The trellises of sauvignon blanc flowed down the hill in even rows toward the valley floor. Whatever I was looking for, it wasn’t outside. As far as I could tell, the grapes were minding their own business. ↗

— Frederick Weisel

#grapes #sauvignon-blanc #sunset #teller #weisel

Time Progression: Wasting >>Spending >> Managing >> Investing ↗

— Elizabeth Grace Saunders

#organization #productivity #time-investment #time-management #work-life-balance