#tie

Tomorrow will never call to ask your opinion; you don't control it. Stop allowing today's possibilities to be robbed by tomorrow's insecurities. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#happiness #insecurities #inspirational #life #motivational

On September 11, the murders of World Trade Center employees and visitors took the lives of numerous nationalities, ethnic groups and religious followers. ↗

— Cliff Stearns

#employees #ethnic #ethnic groups #followers #groups

Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#british-boys #etienne-st-clair #romance #swoon #paris

To look in the face of hard things and keep moving forward - that's what one has to do. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#envy

Invisible threads are the strongest ties. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#invisibility #thread #ties #connection

Standing still is never an option so long as inequities remain embedded in the very fabric of the culture. ↗

— Tim Wise

#culture #inequities #justice #organizing #racism

As the sun shines low and red across the water, I wade into the ocean. The water is still high and brown and murky with the memory of the storm, so if there’s something below it, I won’t know it. But that’s part of this, the not knowing. The surrender to the possibilities beneath the surface. It wasn’t the ocean that killed my father, in the end. The water is so cold that my feet go numb almost at once. I stretch my arms out to either side of me and close my eyes. I listen to the sound of water hitting water. The raucous cries of the terns and the guillemots in the rocks of the shore, the piercing, hoarse questions of the gulls above me. I smell seaweed and fish and the dusky scent of the nesting birds onshore. Salt coats my lips, crusts my eyelashes. I feel the cold press against my body. The sand shifts and sucks out from under my feet in the tide. I’m perfectly still. The sun is red behind my eyelids. The ocean will not shift me and the cold will not take me. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#the-scorpio-races #young-adult #ocean

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night? ↗

— Jim Morrison

#cities #seduction #seduction

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#fulfillment #humankind #potential #marketing

There are so many impatient people in the world. It seems everyone wants something right this second. We don't want to wait in lines, we get fidgety when our food takes too long to cook, and we have no tolerance whatsoever for anyone who holds us up from doing anything we want to do the moment we want to do it. I'm bothered right now that I'm having to wait till the end of this sentence to see what word I end up on. On, who knew? It's particularly hard to wait for things that are days or weeks or even months away. Calendars mock you, clocks pester you, and the rotation of the earth seems to slow by at least forty percent. I suppose, however, that if you were preparing to take over the world and you needed one final piece to fall into place, but that piece had to be slowly dragged over the dirt so it didn't die, that would be really hard to wait for. I'd feel sorry for whoever that happened to, but then again they were trying to take over the world and all. So please, no sympathy for Azure. ↗

— Obert Skye

#impatient #leven-thumps #food