#wad

In the divine Scriptures, there are shallows and there are deeps; shallows where the lamb may wade, and deeps where the elephant may swim. ↗

— John Owen

#elephant #lamb #may #scriptures #shallows

Sorry!' Dave's friend yelled when he saw me. 'That was my-' But i wasn't listening as,instead,i took every bit of the anger and stress of the last few minutes and days put it behind the ball, throwing it overhead at the basket as hard as i could. It went flying, hitting the backboard and banging through the netless hoop at full speed before shooting back out and nailing Dave Wade squarely on the forehead. And just like that, he was down. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#dave-wade #anger

Nowadays, performers worry too much about how they look. They're not concerned about what they're really saying to their audience. ↗

— Gloria Trevi

#audience #concerned #how #look #much

But you see, a rich country like America can perhaps afford to be stupid. ↗

— Barack Obama

#irony #irrelevant-nowadays #dreams

Where we goin’?” Wade whispers to me as we approach the white picket fence that surrounds the row of wooden crosses. For all I know my grandmother could be planning to shoot us and bury us with the rest of the family, but I don’t think it would help to share this notion with Wade ↗

— Carolee Dean

#wade #family

Nowadays the dynamic element is more important in chess - players more often sacrifice material to obtain dynamic compensation. ↗

— Boris Spassky

#compensation #dynamic #element #important #material

There’s nothing left of me, because you have it all. ↗

— Rachael Wade

#love-and-relativity #rachael-wade #love

Your scorn for mediocrity blinds you to its vast primitive power. You stand in the glare of your own brilliance, unable to see into the dim corners of the room, to dilate your eyes and see the potential dangers of the mass, the wad of humanity. Even as I tell you this, dear student, you cannot quite believe that lesser men, in whatever numbers, can really defeat you. But we are in the age of the mediocre man. He is dull, colorless, boring — but inevitably victorious. The amoeba outlives the tiger because it divides and continues in its immortal monotony. The masses are the final tyrants. See how, in the arts, Kabuki wanes and withers while popular novels of violence and mindless action swamp the mind of the mass reader. And even in that timid genre, no author dares to produce a genuinely superior man as his hero, for in his rage of shame the mass man will send his yojimbo, the critic, to defend him. The roar of the plodders is inarticulate, but deafening. They have no brain, but they have a thousand arms to grasp and clutch at you, drag you down. ↗

— Trevanian

#inarticulate #masses #shibumi #wad #age

I winked and locked my arm in Carter's, and we stood there, watching Dean stroll away. "You know the guy's never gonna give up," Carter nudged me, letting out a sigh. "We'd have really pretty babies, huh?" "Yup. They'd be rad little Brangelinas, running around tearing the place up." "Yeah, you're right. My rejection is such a disservice to the world... ↗

— Rachael Wade

#contemporary-romance #drama #kate #preservation #rachael-wade

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#mourning