#perfecting

It was also important for me to have a burning desire to achieve something worthwhile on that instrument, and I devoted many many many hours with little or no compensation to perfecting whatever I could, because I loved it so much. ↗

— Billy Sheehan

#also #because #burning #burning desire #compensation

If Spence had really wanted to bed Miss Nordstrum, he would have said how she’d been in his mind since the moment he arrived in Reederville. He’d have added that her visits to Amanda after the baby’s birth had given him hope that she might have come in part to see him. And he would have ended by assuring her that when he agreed to go riding with her today it hadn’t been with the intention of kissing her, but her beauty had stolen his senses away and he couldn’t resist her charms. He wouldn’t have fucked her that afternoon, but sometime within a month, he could’ve seduced her into bed. Spence was a master at weaving a spell of words to charm a woman into doing what he wanted. Hadn’t he proven that with Amanda? Amanda, who wouldn’t leave his head, day or night. Amanda, the most colossal mistake of his life. ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#perfecting-amanda #spencer #beauty

He waited a few more seconds, hoping her tight jaw would unclench and she’d ask him to stay, but she sat staring down the empty track. There was nothing for him to do but walk away. The drum of his boot heels as he left Amanda and Lydia behind sounded like the clang of the door slamming shut on his prison cell in Lexington. Each step away from them felt like a year added to his sentence. Spence only walked about a hundred yards before he stopped. His chest ached so much he could hardly draw breath. He couldn’t do this. He looked back over his shoulder at Amanda sitting on the bench. She held Lydia on her lap facing her, resting against her arms and looking up into her face. They were involved in an intimate, one-sided conversation. He stood and stared. He couldn’t leave them, but Amanda had made it clear she didn’t want him. God, he would give anything if he could go back and change the way they’d met. But how could he have done things differently and still have met Amanda? If he hadn’t pretended to be Travis Baxter that day at the station, she never would’ve spoken to him at all. Spence couldn’t regret what he’d done nor could he condone it. It was a double-edged sword. ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#bonnie-dee #perfecting-amanda #spencer #change

The poem is a form of texting... it's the original text. It's a perfecting of a feeling in language - it's a way of saying more with less, just as texting is. ↗

— Carol Ann Duffy

#form #just #language #less #more

By perfecting this legislative machinery and by participating in the various international agreements we intend to contribute to the wholesome development of world trade. ↗

— Shigeru Yoshida

#contribute #development #intend #international #legislative

We ought as much as we can to endeavour the Perfecting of our Beings, and that we be as happy as possibly we may. ↗

— Mary Astell

#endeavour #happy #may #much #ought

I am among the few who continue to draw after childhood is ended, continuing and perfecting childhood drawing - without the traditional interruption of academic training. ↗

— Saul Steinberg

#after #am #among #childhood #continue

Perfecting oneself is as much unlearning as it is learning. ↗

— Edsger Dijkstra

#much #oneself #perfecting

To receive applause for works which do not demand all our powers hinders our advance towards a perfecting of our spirit. It usually means that thereafter we stand still. ↗

— Georg C. Lichtenberg

#applause #demand #hinders #means #our

The more a person learns how to use the forces of nature for his own purposes, by means of perfecting the sciences and the invention and improvement of machines, the more he will produce. ↗

— Friedrich List

#his #how #improvement #invention #learns