The world is wide, and I will not waste my life in friction when it could be turned into momentum. – Frances E. Willard
The world is wide, and I will not waste my life in friction when it could be turned into momentum. – Frances E. Willard
The world is wide, and I will not waste my life in friction when it could be turned into momentum. – Frances E. Willard
Til shade is gone,
til water is gone
Into the shadow with teeth bared
Screaming defiance with the last breath
To spit in Sightblinder’s eye on the Last Day. – Robert Jordan
That is the hardest thing of all. It is much harder to judge yourself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself, it’s because you’re truly a wise man. – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth. – Rumi
know what you want, work to get it, then value it once you have it. – Nora Roberts
Life keeps throwing me lemons because I make the best lemonade… – King James Gadsden
Find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go. – Lauren Oliver
Each of us has the right and the responsibility to assess the roads which lie ahead, and those over which we have traveled, and if the future road looms ominous or unpromising, and the roads back uninviting, then we need to gather our resolve and, carrying only the necessary baggage, step off that road into another direction. If the new choice is also unpalatable, without embarrassment, we must be ready to change that as well. – Maya Angelou
If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that–warm things, kind things, sweet things–help and comfort and laughter–and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all. – Frances Hodgson Burnett
Forgive yourself before you die. Then forgive others. – Mitch Albom
But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to. – Oscar Wilde
But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to. – Oscar Wilde