#this

Through real-life stories, Kristin Kaufman illustrates the core idea of being present in the moment and opening oneself up to new ideas in order to become an authentic leader in life. ↗

— Stephen R. Covey

#is-this-seat-taken #kristin-kaufman #leadership #stephen-covey #leadership

This is the strangest life I have ever known. ↗

— Jim Morrison

#ever #have #i #is #jim

Who are you if nobody knows your story? ↗

— Thisuri Wanniarachchi

#life #life-lessons-value-of-life-truth #living #soul #south-asia

Because while you wait for somebody to come around to make things right, life has already moved on without you. ↗

— Augesten Burroughs

#life

Because you can never go from going out to being friends, just like that. It's a lie. It's just something that people say they'll do to take the permanence out of a breakup. And someone always takes it to mean more than it does, and then is hurt even more when, inevitably, said ‘friendly' relationship is still a major step down from the previous relationship, and it's like breaking up all over again. But messier. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#sad-love #this-lullaby #love

You love me this much! ↗

— James Patterson

#love

He said he loved me,” she whispered. Daniel swallowed, and he had the strangest sensation, almost a premonition of what it must like to be a parent. Someday, God willing, he’d have a daughter, and that daughter would look like the woman standing in front of him, and if ever she looked at him with that bewildered expression, whispering, “He said he loved me . . .” Nothing short of murder would be an acceptable response. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#anne #daniel #julia-quinn #love

This week or last week, I don't really care about it anymore. I write myself this later, I tell myself you let me go. ↗

— Sara Quin

#don-t-really-care #if-it-was-you #last-week #love #monday-monday-monday

Except for a small strip of shin that poked out from between the top of his socks and the bottom of his pants, his legs were purely theoretical. ↗

— Tom Perrotta

#love

This is love: To fly toward a secret sky, To cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet; To regard this world as invisible, And to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, To see beyond seeing itself, To reach and feel within the breast. —Rumi ↗

— Esha Mirari

#life