#sk

All right. Tell me what I'm looking at." From the improvised Rolling Stones T-shirt bag tied to my sash, Bob the Skull said, in his most caustic voice, "A giant pair of cartoon lips." I muttered a curse and fumbled with the shirt until one of the skull's glowing orange eye sockets was visible. A big goofy magic nerd!" Bob said. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #humor #change

Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt. (They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.) ↗

— Horace

#climate #nature #sky #soul #travel

Since that day there is nothing anyone could ever say to convince me that one person cannot change a nation. One person can do unbelievable things. All it takes is that one person who's willing to risk everything to make it happen. ↗

— Sam Childers

#change-the-world #god #inspirtaional #life #one-person

Hypocrite shouts about the change, but never let risk coming on his way. ↗

— Toba Beta

#hypocrite #risk #talk #change

There is great treasure there behind our skull and this is true about all of us. This little treasure has great, great powers, and I would say we only have learnt a very, very small part of what it can do. ↗

— Isaac Bashevis Singer

#behind #great #i #learnt #little

My grandfather stood beside me and looked across the street, too. "No, Bryce," he said softly. "She's the same as she's always been; you're the one who's changed." He clapped his hand on my shoulder and whispered, "And son, from here on out, you'll never be the same again. ↗

— Wendelin Van Draanen

#juli-baker #change

The ignoramus crow of "love it or leave it" omits other viable options, such as staying and changing it. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#decisions #options #risk-taking #change

If you're gonna fret, fret over something you can change. Then stop fretting and do something about it. ↗

— Kimberly Willis Holt

#change

You jeopardize all if move slowly on a fast lane. ↗

— Toba Beta

#fast-lane #fit #jeopardize #risk #survive

The park is high. And as out of a house I step out of its glimmering half-light into openness and evening. Into the wind, the same wind that the clouds feel, the bright rivers and the turning mills that stand slowly grinding at the sky's edge. Now I too am a thing held in its hand, the smallest thing under the sky. --Look: Is that one sky?: Blissfully lucid blue, into which ever purer clouds throng, and under it all white in endless changes, and over it that huge, thin-spun gray, pulsing warmly as on red underpaint, and over everything this silent radiance of a setting sun. Miraculous structure, moved within itself and upheld by itself, shaping figures, giant wings, faults and high mountain ridges before the first star and suddenly, there: a gate into such distances as perhaps only birds know... ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#change