#utter

How does the story really go? Does she ever cross your mind? Does she ever steal your nights? Is she still a part of you? Do you ever wish she were still by your side? And what would you do? If she walked up here tomorrow And told you that she loved you? Would you drop it all and run to her? Would you tell her you love her too? Or would you simply send her home? And tell her you’ve moved on? Tell me, Buddy, what would you do? ↗

— Laura Miller

#laura-miller #will #love

Pretty little butterfly is but the glory of a little worm ↗

— Patti Lynn Pressley

#glory #inspirational #worm #inspirational

He was proud and stubborn, and all the ton looked up to him. Men curried his favor, women flirted like mad. And all the while he'd been terrified every time he'd opened his mouth. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#men

Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties. ↗

— John Milton

#according #argue #conscience #freely #give

Would you rather have butter or guns? Preparedness makes us powerful. Butter merely makes us fat. ↗

— Hermann Goering

#fat #guns #makes #merely #powerful

If a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, what is the significance of a clean desk? ↗

— Laurence J. Peter

#cluttered #desk #mind #sign #significance

To begin with myself, then, the utterances of men concerning me will differ widely, since in passing judgment almost every one is influenced not so much by truth as by preference, and good and evil report alike know no bounds. ↗

— Petrarch

#almost #begin #bounds #concerning #differ

I had to dance topless for two years to make cash to pay my bills and save some money. But it was very enlightening, by the way. I'm talking about light from the gutter. ↗

— Susan Powter

#bills #cash #dance #enlightening #gutter

As you get older and wiser you realize that when people are given anything without having to earn it (unless they are physically or mentally utterly incapable of earning anything), they become ungrateful and lazy. They also become less happy. ↗

— Dennis Prager

#anything #become #earn #earning #get

Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked with pain. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#beautiful #brave #brief #butterflies #clever