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The applause was so loud and insistent that I had to respond with several encores. I was numb with happiness, when it was over, I knew that this alone must be my life and my world. ↗

— Leni Riefenstahl

#applause #encores #had #happiness #i

Life with trials hard may press me; Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. ↗

— Henry F. Lyte

#heaven #trials #trouble #life

Our eyes met and locked as the song came to a halt, followed by a screaming conclusion from the crowd, girls around us pressing me into the stage, forcing all the air out of my lungs, but I’d forgotten about doing anything so basic as breathing. ↗

— Emme Rollins

#concerts #crowd #crowded #new-adult #new-adult-romance

As a columnist, I realize that whatever amount of corruption I expose, half my readers will block it out, although they may get a frisson of joy in the process. ↗

— Margaret Carlson

#amount #block #columnist #corruption #expose

Hope was never meant to be A future shared alone, As life cannot be won or lost It was never ours to own. ↗

— Frederic M. Perrin

#young-adult #young-adult-fantasy #life

But life doesn't turn out the way you expect. Ever. - Iris from What Comes After ↗

— Steve Watkins

#young-adult #inspirational

The need to find out what will happen if I don't relent or moderate my actions has been a constant source of difficulty and discomfort in my life. ↗

— Russell Brand

#life

This is life...by all means necessary ↗

— Natasha Head

#natasha-head #poetry #tashtoo #life

رأيت ان معظم الناس يدخلون هذه المركبة سعيا وراء الانفعالات . لكن ما ان تسير الآلاتحتى يصابوا بالهلع ويتوسلوا كى تتوقففما الذى يريدونه ؟ اذا كانوا قد اختاروا المغامرة أفلا يجدر بهم أن يكونوا مستعدين للذهاب حتى النهاية ؟ ام انهم يعتقدون ان من الحكمة الا يمروا بمرتفعات ومنحدات , وان من الأفضل البقاء فى مركبة تدور مكانها بشكل ثابت ؟ ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#life #spirit #life

After school the very next day, El Rey's mobile home was gone. I laid in bed and wondered what happens to people when they go, if they become like shadows, if they fade away when they disappear from your life. The only thing I could see was the broken picket fence. The only sound I could hear was the cry of birds being killed in the night. ↗

— Joe Meno

#shadows #vanishing #life