#ado

Obama was 200 percent advertising. I promote myself to sell my brands. Because now I am a kind of celeb. I am in a different world than the fashion industry. I am with Mick Jagger, Michael Jackson, Madonna. I build me as a celebrity. ↗

— Christian Audigier

#am #because #brands #build #celebrity

God sees us with the eyes of a Father. He sees our defects, errors, and blemishes. But He also sees our value. What did Jesus know that enabled Him to do what He did? Here’s part of the answer: He knew the value of people. He knew that each human being is a treasure. And because He did, people were not a source of stress, but a source of joy. ↗

— Max Lucado

#grace-for-the-moment #max-lucado #max-lucado-quote #value #value-in-a-person

He's a unique dog, Mr. Bell had said. There is no other in the world that looks or acts just like him. ↗

— Martha McKiever

#dog-adoption #friends #inspirational #therapy-dogs #inspirational

Like some translucen latterday Cassandra, the prophetess of doom, (Heila the Comptesse von Westarp, the former secretary of the Thule Gesellschaff) rose up from the bosom of the limp and slumbering medium (Dr. Nemirovitch-Dantchanko) to give a warning that the man who was even now preparing to assume the leadership of Thule would prove himself to be a false prophet. Assuming total power over the nation, he would be responsible one day for reducing the whole of Germany to rubble and its people to a defeat and moreal degradation hitherto unknown to history. ↗

— Trevor Ravenscroft

#history #jesus-christ #the-occult #thule #leadership

I had spared the stag's life. The power of that life belonged to me as surely as it belonged to the man who had taken it. ↗

— Leigh Bardugo

#the-grisha #life

Tak ada satu hal pun tanpa bayang-bayang, kecuali terang itu sendiri. ↗

— Pramoedya Ananta Toer

#light #shadow #life

Your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever. ↗

— Aleksandar Hemon

#nightmares #shadows #life

I'd rather live a hard life of fact than a sweet life of lies. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#shadowfever #life

My lovers suffocate me! Crowding my lips, and thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets and public halls...coming naked to me at night, Crying by day Ahoy from the rocks of the river...swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flowerbeds or vines or tangled underbrush, Or while I swim in the bath....or drink from the pump on the corner....or the curtain is down at the opera.....or I glimpse at a woman’s face in the railroad car; Lighting on every moment of my life, Bussing my body with soft and balsamic busses, Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them to be mine ↗

— Walt Whitman

#affection #life

I hated waiting. If I had one particular complaint, it was that my life seemed composed entirely of expectation. I expected — an arrival, an explanation, an apology. There had never been one, a fact I could have accepted, were it not true that, just when I had got used to the limits and dimensions of one moment, I was expelled into the next and made to wonder again if any shapes hid in its shadows. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#shadow #waiting #life