#mall

Enthusiasm - a distemper of youth, curable by small doses of repentance in connection with outward applications of experience. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#connection #curable #doses #enthusiasm #experience

Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams. ↗

— Ashley Smith

#bee #bumble #child #dreams #faces

As the 29th state to join the United States of America, it is our turn to show the nation what represents Iowa. Our commitment to quality education, hard work, and small-town values are all represented in the Iowa quarter. ↗

— Leonard Boswell

#commitment #education #hard #hard work #iowa

Sometimes I have a tough time getting along with myself. When I was a child, I needed a lot of attention... and I don't have a small ego. For me, appearing on a stage or presenting a cake is the same thing. You need a crowd around you to do it. ↗

— Ron Ben-Israel

#appearing #around #attention #cake #child

Women eat ice-cream, men toast marshmallows. ↗

— Dianna Hardy

#ice-cream #male-bonding #marshmallows #men-and-women #sorrow

Update a traditional element of your business with social media designs. Facebook, Twitter, and other social media are hot right now, and leveraging their popularity can make your business stand out, be memorable, and seem fresh and up-to-date. ↗

— Anita Campbell

#small-business #visual-marketing #business

Rule #1 in the Universe: the crap always hits the fan. It's the nature of crap. It's a fan magnet. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#iced #nature

No matter what you do, someone always knew you would. ↗

— Ami McKay

#small-town #truth #wisdom #birth

Kid, when will you learn.” “You’d be amazed the things I know.” “You might be able thrash your way out of a spider-web, but thrashing in quicksand doesn’t work. The harder you fight, the more ground you lose. Struggling merely expedites your inevitable defeat.” “Never been defeated. Never will be.” “Rowena was a spider web.” He touches my cheek with the hand holding the knife. The silver glints an inch from my eye. “Do you know what I am.” “A great big pain in my ass.” “Quicksand. And you’re dancing on it.” “Dude, what’s with the knife?” “I’m not interested in ink anymore. You’re going to sign my contract in blood.” “Thought you said it was an application,” I say pissily. “It is, Dani. To a very exclusive club. What’s Mine.” “Ain’t nobody’s. “ “Sign.” “You can’t—“ “Or Jo dies. Slowly and painfully.” “Dude, why you still talking? Unchain me and give me the fecking contract already. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#ryodan #defeat

Wait-you mean the Mall, as in a bunch of museums in DC that we would wander around and I'd pretend like I understood modern art while really thinking, holy crap, a gremlin could have painted that and for all we know did, or the mall, as in picking out a new pair of shoes, eating food that's terrible for us, and making up life stories for all the people that pass us?" 'I can see now that I must have meant the second.' "What a smart boy. ↗

— Kiersten White

#lend #mall #sarcastic #art