#mph

Somewhere in the world there is a defeat for everyone. Some are destroyed by defeat, and some made small and mean by victory. Greatness lives in one who triumphs equally over defeat and victory. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#greatnesstness #heroic #triumph #victory #equality

She spoke throught her teeth. "Almost, dear. What were the real words you used? The bad words. It's okay to say them again, just this once." I shrugged, "fine. I said'. . . just 'cause Daddy wants you to suck on his ding-a-ling. ↗

— Michael Siemsen

#father-humphrey #group-talk #lol #morgan #morgan-mother

You flatter me, my dear girl." He demurred playfully with a small bow. Rose always cheered him up. "You've got a nice bum." She shrugged with a bright, cheerful grin. Seeing her happy was always a pleasure. "That opinion seems to run in your family. Your father said the same to me on numerous occasions. Sadly, he followed it up with 'but it's in the way of the television'." Eric smiled wryly ↗

— Cecilia Ryan

#family

I think with my heart and love with my brain ↗

— Fernando Briceño

#love #struggles #triumphs #inspirational

God can deliver you so well that some people won’t believe your testimony. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#adversity #battles #come-full-circle-in-life #life-challenges #life-missions

Our measure of hope is in direct proportion to our ability to conquer hopelessness. ↗

— LeeAnn Taylor

#defeat #despair #fear #hope #hopelessness

She closed Dan's door and walked down the hall to her room. He makes a good boyfriend, she repeated to herself. What the hell was that suppose to mean? She didn't just want a good boyfriend. She wanted that thing Gustav Klimt had captured so perfectly in The Kiss. That radiant, electric, hold-me-tight-so-I don't-fall-from-up-here-in-the-sky feeling of being in love. Well, don't we all, sweetie? ↗

— Cecily von Ziegesar

#love

I watched as Humphrey Bogart’s character used beans as a metaphor for the relative unimportance in the wider world of his relationship with Ingrid Bergman’s character, and chose logic and decency ahead of his selfish emotional desires. The quandary and resulting decision made for an engrossing film. But this was not what people cried about. They were in love and could not be together. I repeated this statement to myself, trying to force an emotional reaction. I couldn’t. I didn’t care. I had enough problems of my own. ↗

— Graeme Simsion

#humphrey-bogart #ingrid-bergman #love #unrequited-love #love

Now comes the picture of mass defeat, the most awesome spectacle of the war. It is in the bent bodies of old women who poke among ruins seeking some miserable object that will link their lives with the old days. It is in the shamed darting eyes of the defeated. It is in the faces of the little boys who regard our triumphant columns with fear and fascination. And above all it is in the thousands of beaten, dusty soldiers who stream along the roads towards the stockades. Their feet clump wearily, mechanically, hopelessly on the still endless road of war. They move as haggard, gray masses, in which the individual had neither life nor meaning. It is impossible to see in these men the quality that made them stand up and fight like demons out of hell a few shorts months ago. ↗

— Audie Murphy

#soldiers #triumph #war #world-war- #men

Perfection: a collection of a variety of pieces that, when viewed and felt individually, are difficult and confusing; but when brought together as one, create a perfect picture. Symphony, harmony, serenity. ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#harmony #perfection #perfection-and-confusion #serenity #symphony