#tie

Write this down: My life is full of unlimited possibilities. ↗

— Pablo

#belief-confidence #life #motivational #possibilities #attitude

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