#rows

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupery

#alive #analysis #becomes #beloved #calm

Everything that rises sets, and everything that grows, grows old. ↗

— Sallust

#grows #old #rises #sets

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows. ↗

— Siegfried Sassoon

#death #dividend #drawing #grey #land

For yesterday and for all tomorrows, we dance the best we know. ↗

— Kate Seredy

#dance #know #tomorrows #yesterday

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#dull #ear #life #man #tale

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#candle #deed #far #good #good deed

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#battalions #come #single #sorrows #spies

It's to be a person who's able to shoot little arrows into sacred cows and knock politicians off their pedestals, to look out for hypocrisy, advocate for all sorts of things from social justice to peace. ↗

— Jonathan Shapiro

#advocate #arrows #cows #hypocrisy #into

The body, what is it, Father, but a sign To love the force that grows us, to give back What in Thy palm is senselessness and mud? ↗

— Karl Shapiro

#body #father #force #give #grows

My reputation grows with every failure. ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

#failure #grows #reputation