#whit

Mirror, mirror, here I stand. Who is the fairest in the land? ↗

— Wilhelm Grimm

#mirror #snow-white #fairy-tales

I think this is the most extraordinary collection of talent, of human knowledge, that has ever been gathered together at the White House-- with the possible exception of when Thomas Jefferson dined alone. ↗

— John F. Kennedy

#nobel-prize #white-house #humor

If you look into the footnotes of the business model for Apple Computer you'll see that they actually give the computers away for free; they just charge for the inflated sense of self-worth. ↗

— Christian Lander

#humor #white-people #business

I pretended to be a Cheyenne guide. I pretended to be a prairie woman. I pretended Henry was my old-timey husband taking me to our new homestead. I leaned down and patted Trouble’s neck. “Good boy,” I said. “Trusty steed. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #henry-whitmire #horseback-riding #horses #laura-anderson-kurk

Next to the first Henry and Meg, Henry had written, “Promise?” Well, that genie’s out of the bottle and there’s no stuffing her back in. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#dating-relationships #henry-whitmire #laura-anderson-kurk #love #meg-kavanagh

Love is only surpassing sweet when it is directed toward a mortal object, and the secret of this ultimate sweetness only is defined by the bitterness of death. Thus the white peoples of the world foresee a time when their land with its rivers and mountains still lies under heaven as it does today, but other people dwell there; when their language is entombed in books, and their laws and customs have lost their living power. ↗

— Franz Rosenzweig

#customs #death #europe #language #law

Sure as Life holds all parts together, Death holds all parts together. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#tom-mach #walt-whitman #death

Money buys things that people with money never even realize they’ve bought, like time and freedom. -- Whitney Otto ↗

— Whitney Otto

#freedom

I tried to make sense of the Four Books, until love arrived, and it all became a single syllable. ↗

— Yunus Emre

#uncut-block #whitman #love

Sarah Lynn strides out of the stairwell. Lawrence watches her go. The door slushes shut behind her, and he turns to me with a tightened jaw. I want to tell him: No, no, you've got it all wrong. I don't care if you kiss a white girl. I don't care if you love a white girl. I just wish you'd chosen a white girl worthy of your love. Lawrence's Adam's apple jerks up and down, and I realize that in addition to whatever else he's feeling, he's scared. He's in love with the darling of the school, Sarah Lynn Lancaster, ad he's afriad I'll expose his secret. I give a tiny shake of my head, wanting him to know he has nothing to fear, not from me. ↗

— Lauren Myracle

#darling #scared #secret #white #love