#laurel

Force may subdue, but love gains, and he that forgives first wins the laurel. ↗

— William Penn

#force #forgives #gains #laurel #love

The nation's government has just handed me the bill that grants us our civil rights. I am receiving it before you, certain that I am accepting this on behalf of all Argentinean women, and I can feel my hands tremble with joy as they grasp the laurel proclaiming victory. ↗

— Evita Peron

#am #argentinean #before #behalf #bill

Whether in chains or in laurels, liberty knows nothing but victories. ↗

— Wendell Phillips

#chains #knows #laurels #liberty #nothing

Dr. Johnson has said that the chief glory of a country arises from its authors. But then that is only as they are oracles of wisdom; unless they teach virtue, they are more worthy of a halter than of the laurel. ↗

— Jane Porter

#authors #chief #country #dr #glory

I have been accused of being a very simplistic, very lyrical player, and that's okay. That just comes from the blues, which is my background. But every day you wake up and transcend. You can't ever rest on your laurels. ↗

— Carlos Santana

#background #been #being #blues #comes

Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#faster #laurels #nothing #rested #than

But I think the one thing that I can say about us is that we're very consistent about certain things and part of that is our desire to do the very best work that we can and not rest on our laurels, or not allow formula to come into what we do. ↗

— Michael Stipe

#allow #best #best work #certain #certain things

Even officers who don't approve of your lifestyle choices would still take you as backup over Kirkland, or most anyone else. They'd say how you're bad for shaking up with vampires and wereleopards, but in a firefight they'd take your vampire-loving, furry-fucking ass over most anyone else's. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#arlen-brice #kiss-the-dead #laurell-k-hamilton #love

The cab moves for a moment but then I see the blurry, glowing red lights through the downpour against my face and heavy lens of tears covering my eyes. The cab's brake lights. The car has stopped, as have I-and then I see the back door open. It's my Jack Henry. He gets out of the cab and stands in the heavy rain looking back at me. I don't know how-because my body has turned to mush-but I'm off my knees and running toward him. ...I touch his face because I can't believe he's real. "You sort of have a beard. Almost. I love it. It's sexy. ↗

— Georgia Cates

#beauty

That's who he was—not who he is now—and it sounds like you need to decide if you can deal with what he used to do. ↗

— Georgia Cates

#addison-donavon #beauty-from-surrender #beauty-series #georgia-cates #laurelyn-prescott