#treasure

Women are pleasured treasures. ↗

— Habeeb Akande

#pleasure #relationships #treasures #women #relationship

In a country of such recent civilization as ours, whose almost limitless treasures of material wealth invite the risks of capital and the industry of labor, it is but natural that material interests should absorb the attention of the people to a degree elsewhere unknown. ↗

— Felix Adler

#almost #attention #capital #civilization #country

Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have - life itself. ↗

— Walter Anderson

#bad #character #choose #defines #gift

You have spent many lives and much treasure to bring freedom to many lands that were reluctant to receive it. And here you have a people who won it by themselves and need only the help to preserve it. ↗

— Corazon Aquino

#freedom #help #here #lands #lives

Free imagination is the inestimable prerogative of youth and it must be cherished and guarded as a treasure. ↗

— Felix Bloch

#free #guarded #imagination #inestimable #must

If out of all mankind one finds a single friend, he has found something more precious than any treasure, since there is nothing in the world so valuable that it can be compared to a real friend. ↗

— Andreas Capellanus

#compared #finds #found #friend #mankind

Fear is a question: What are you afraid of, and why? Just as the seed of health is in illness, because illness contains information, your fears are a treasure house of self-knowledge if you explore them. ↗

— Marilyn Ferguson

#because #contains #explore #fear #fears

What bugs me is that movies don't reflect how interesting and vibrant women are. We don't treasure women as they get older. ↗

— Jill Clayburgh

#bugs #get #how #interesting #me

To Bury A Star" "I pulled a star from the darkest corner of night and hid it within my bosom. When the Earth beneath my feet gave way, moist and fertile, I knelt to the ground and cupped the radiant treasure in my hands. In a shallow hole I buried it—layer upon layer of black dirt tossed upon the spot until it no longer glowed. This I did for you, my love. Now, come with me and see what has been born from a single wishing star. Hand in hand we walk to the same spot of dirt to find the black and fertile soil sucked dry, the color blanched as pale as desert sands. Look how a ring of white fire jumps and dances around the buried starling! We catch our breath, beholding what has sprouted from this magical seed. The illusion of twisted branches glowing in the darkness like tails of comets soaring skyward—tails of baby stars that shoot like fireworks from that ring of fire. Up, up, up they fly to light a neglected corner of the night. From a single wishing star a thousand more have been born. They are for you, my love—a thousand dreams destined to come true. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#love #poetry #richelle #richelle-goodrich #star

Memory is the treasure house of the mind wherein the monuments thereof are kept and preserved. ↗

— Thomas Fuller

#kept #memory #mind #monuments #preserved