#things

Failure and things of this sort - you can take it one of two ways. You can either let that hurt you and really affect the way that you live your life in the future, or you can use that as an opportunity for growth. ↗

— Matt Emmons

#either #failure #future #growth #hurt

She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself. ↗

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

#books #invention #stories #things #beauty

How is destruction beautiful?" He asked in a challenging tone. "You may think that a broken egg is ugly and messy," she answered, "but the cake it goes into is beautiful and won't hold together without it." "Eggs don't get blown up. They get broken." "You've never seen me bake," she replied with a smirk. ↗

— Amy Neftzger

#cake #destruction #eggs #things-that-go-boom #beauty

We had to make ends meet. My parents were divorced, so my father wasn't really in my life. We grew up like most kids, just wanting things. ↗

— Jeffrey Donovan

#ends #father #grew #had #just

Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour - let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou hast paid thy utmost blessing. ↗

— Austin Dobson

#blessing #deathly #delight #every #hast

We had all these things to deal with- houses full of people and John going to jail, guys from New York saying 'don't worry about anything.' So it was really confusing. ↗

— Michael Davis

#anything #confusing #deal #full #going

A man of courage flees forward, in the midst of new things. ↗

— Jacques Maritain

#flees #forward #man #midst #new

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33) ↗

— Tim Willocks

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man

What is blackness? Is it the way you talk? Do you got to say, 'Dey this, dey dat.' Or the way you dress? Or is it the forgiving of certain things? What is black enough? ↗

— Douglas Wilder

#blackness #certain #certain things #dress #enough

But we had a pretty diversified portfolio of businesses around the world and things tended to offset each other. But one or two years ago, we had a lot of things happening at the same time. ↗

— Jim Cantalupo

#around #businesses #diversified #each #had