#ai

When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it. ↗

— Henry Ford

#airplane #everything #going #off #remember

The day after the prison was transferred to the military intelligence command, they had an entire battalion - 1,200, 1,500 soldiers - arrive at Abu Ghraib just for force protection alone. ↗

— Janis Karpinski

#after #alone #arrive #battalion #command

Sometimes the reader will decide something else than the author's intent; this is certainly true of attempts to empirically decipher reality. ↗

— John M. Ford

#author #certainly #decide #decipher #else

Judaism is much more communal, and partly as a consequence of my religious switch, I am increasingly more suspicous of my previous view that what people do in the privacy of their own home is their business alone. ↗

— Luke Ford

#am #business #communal #consequence #home

There's a lot to be said for doing what you're not supposed to do, and the rewards of doing what you're supposed to do are more subtle and take longer to become apparent, which maybe makes it less attractive. But your life is the blueprint you make after the building is built. ↗

— Richard Ford

#apparent #attractive #become #blueprint #building

I'm an Indian-origin painter. I will remain so to my last breath. ↗

— M. F. Husain

#i #last #painter #remain #will

If my parents had discouraged me, I would have turned out very differently. They raised me in an open-minded, liberal environment. ↗

— Tom Ford

#discouraged #environment #had #i #liberal

But as an adult working in the fashion industry, I struggle with materialism. And I'm one of the least materialistic people that exist, because material possessions don't mean much to me. They're beautiful, I enjoy them, they can enhance your life to a certain degree, but they're ultimately not important. ↗

— Tom Ford

#beautiful #because #certain #certain degree #degree

I do house things. I paint. I do portraits. I also paint my house. ↗

— Willa Ford

#house #i #i do #paint #portraits

Something cascaded lightly through me—a gentling, a suffused glow. If love could be morphed into a physical element, this would be it. It was strength and yet it was vulnerability. It was all-encompassing and yet it was freedom. It was a wall of protection. It was wings of trust and faith. It was Gabriel Ross Sullivan, answering the questions I couldn’t ask. Not that everything would be okay, but that everything in his power would be done, and we’d face whatever outcomes there were together. ↗

— Linnea Sinclair

#faith