#lent

If only i could hold a pen, i will spin the world around. ↗

— Michael Bassey Johnson

#success #talent #writing #inspirational

إن من أسوأ وأدنأ الأشياء المتعلقة بالمال أنه قادر على شراء كل شيء حتى المواهب وستبقي هذه الحقيقة بقاء الحياة في هذا العالم. الأبله ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#money #talents #life

Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work. ↗

— Stephen King

#talent #success

I'm up for it. Whatever it is. As long as it means I'll always be with you. ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#love #lover #love

Instantly, the pair fell to groping one other as if each had puff the magic dragon at a rock concert in Woodstock. ↗

— Tai Odunsi

#love #mythology #valentines-day #love

Bloom of adulthood. Try a whiff of that. On your back in the dark you remember. Ah you remember. Cloudless May day. She joins you in the little summerhouse. Entirely of logs. Both larch and fir. Six feet across. Eight from floor to vertex. Area twenty-four square feet to the furthest decimal. Two small multicoloured lights vis-a-vis. Small stained diamond panes. Under each a ledge. There on summer Sundays after his midday meal your father loved to retreat with Punch and a cushion. The waist of his trousers unbuttoned he sat on the one ledge and turned the pages. You on the other your feet dangling. When he chuckled you tried to chuckle too. When his chuckle died yours too. That you should try to imitate his chuckle pleased and amused him greatly and sometimes he would chuckle for no other reason than to hear you try to chuckle too. Sometimes you turn your head and look out through a rose-red pane. You press your little nose against the pane and all without is rosy. The years have flown and there at the same place as then you sit in the bloom of adulthood bathed in rainbow light gazing before you. She is late. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#childhood #relentlessness #love

I would have liked to come into the grocery some morning and see them all, even the Elberts and the children, lying there crying with the pain of dying. I would help myself to groceries, I thought, stepping over their bodies, taking whatever I fancied from the shelves, and go home, with perhaps a kick for Mrs.Donell while she lay there. I was never sorry when I had thoughts like this; I only wished they would come true. ↗

— Shirley Jackson

#violent #wisdom #home

On Valentine's Day, the Spirit Club plastered the school with red streamersand pink balloons and red and pink hearts. It looked like Clifford the Big Red Dog ate a flock of flamigoes and then barfed his guts up. ↗

— Carolyn Mackler

#valentine-s-day #humor

The human mind can bear plenty of reality but not too much intermittent gloom. ↗

— Margaret Drabble

#gloom #human #human mind #mind #much

I've never had a movie that got great reviews. I've had movies that got different levels of good and bad reviews, but you can more or less count on plenty of bad reviews. ↗

— Wes Anderson

#count #different #different levels #good #good and bad