#age

Real courage is knowing what faces you and knowing how to face it. ↗

— Timothy Dalton

#face #faces #how #knowing #real

It has been an honor and a privilege to have had the chance to come back to Liverpool Football Club as manager. ↗

— Kenny Dalglish

#ball club #been #chance #club #come

We live in an age when the mice are hunting the cats...nobody knows who are the mice and who the cats. ↗

— Henning Mankell

#age

The one thing I learned the most about acting is it takes a tremendous amount of courage to go there and stand still. It takes courage and guts to step out of your mind frame and depict something. ↗

— Carson Daly

#acting #amount #courage #depict #frame

It is the creative potential itself in human beings that is the image of God. ↗

— Mary Daly

#creative #god #human #human beings #image

Courage to be is the key to revelatory power of the feminist revolution. ↗

— Mary Daly

#feminist #key #power #revolution

He was good looking, "sort of distinguished when he wants to be", had a line, and was properly inconstant. In fact, he summed up all the romance that her age and environment led her to desire ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#romance #youth #age

What drew him towards the outside was not the student, not the goat, not even the man in the down-at-heel shoes who joined them. Simply the street, like a blanched life-drained cadaver, fettered his whole attention. Never before had he seen it look so monstrously real, lit by the tired face of the moon, quiet and grave. There was about it, as it were, a sort of despairing dignity. You might have thought that the street had been killed by the weight of its suffering, that it had that moment died after long agony. It was old, the street, hobbling and twisted with age. Some of its houses were already crumbling in ruins. For years now it had sheltered the petty life of men. And now they had elected it to express the extent of their weariness. Naked beneath the prodigious brightness of the moon, it revealed all that men hid in the depths of their beings, the little hopes, the hates so huge. No longer could it hide anything; it cried out its despair from every corner. ↗

— Albert Cossery

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Mother was,' June thought, 'a beautiful little ornament that was damaged.' Her broken edges cut her daughters in ways both emotional and physical, and only sharpened with age. ↗

— Karen Abbott

#mother #age

Your Seer needs my help to do somethin' she can't. To join the ti-bon-age, mend the seams she ripped herself." Link didn't understand either. "T-bone what? What kinda steak are we talkin' about here? ↗

— Kami Garcia

#wesley-jefferson-lincoln #age