#rows

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling. ↗

— Frida Kahlo

#bastards #decent #drown #feeling #good

My parents wanted me to solace them for sorrows they denied having had. ↗

— Mason Cooley

#had #having #me #parents #solace

I don't know whether machine translation will eventually get good enough to allow us to browse people's websites in different languages so you can see how they live in different countries. ↗

— Tim Berners Lee

#browse #countries #different #different countries #enough

The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection. ↗

— Thomas Paine

#brave #distress #gathers #grows #man

Well, Smoke n' Mirrors has very much a world music flavor and it doesn't park itself in one country. It borrows heavily from the Brazilian angle, which is dear to my heart, and I recorded several albums with that flavor. ↗

— Lee Ritenour

#angle #borrows #brazilian #country #dear

A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use. ↗

— Washington Irving

#constant #edged #grows #keener #never

There's a tree that grows in Brooklyn. Some people call it the Tree of Heaven. No matter where its seed falls, it makes a tree which struggles to reach the sky. It grows in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps. It grows up out of cellar gratings. It is the only tree that grows out of cement. It grows lushly . . . survives without sun, water, and seemingly without earth. It would be considered beautiful except that there are too many of it. ↗

— Betty Smith

#beauty

Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn New York. Especially in the summer of 1912. Somber as a word was better. But it did not apply to Williamsburg Brooklyn. Prairie was lovely and Shenandoah had a beautiful sound but you couldn't fit those words into Brooklyn. Serene was the only word for it especially on a Saturday afternoon in summer. ↗

— Betty Smith

#opening-lines #beauty

Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows. ↗

— Pope Paul VI

#dying #every #every day #i #life

I took my time, running my fingers along the spines of books, stopping to pull a title from the shelf and inspect it. A sense of well-being flowed through me as I circled the ground floor. It was better then meditation or a new pair of shoes- or even chocolate. My life was a disaster, but there were still books. Lots and lots of books. A refuge. A solace. Each one offering the possibility of a new beginning. ↗

— Beth Pattillo

#bibliophile #book-lovers #browsing #life