#air

I was too old for a paper route, too young for Social Security and too tired for an affair. ↗

— Erma Bombeck

#i #old #paper #route #security

I often say television is not a job for grown men. You go to a set, they pick out your clothes for you, they tell you where to stand, what to say, and your chair has your name on it in case you can't find a place to sit. ↗

— Danny Bonaduce

#chair #clothes #find #go #grown

Someone once threw me a small, brown, hairy kiwi fruit, and I threw a wastebasket over it until it was dead. ↗

— Erma Bombeck

#dead #fruit #hairy #i #me

Humanity's become a product and when humanity is a product, you get Auschwitz and you get Chair. ↗

— Edward Bond

#become #chair #get #humanity #product

In dwelling, live close to the ground. In thinking, keep to the simple. In conflict, be fair and generous. In governing, don't try to control. In work, do what you enjoy. In family life, be completely present. ↗

— Lao Tzu

#completely #conflict #control #dwelling #enjoy

The president of the branch in Atlanta was a pastor of a church, the Reverend Sam Williams, a wonderful guy. He was middle-class and fairly militant for the time and place. ↗

— Julian Bond

#branch #church #fairly #guy #middle-class

People in their handlings of affairs often fail when they are about to succeed. If one remains as careful at the end as he was at the beginning, there will be no failure. ↗

— Lao Tzu

#affairs #beginning #careful #end #fail

Our platform calls for a balanced deficit reduction plan where the wealthy pay their fair share. And when your country is in a costly war, with our soldiers sacrificing abroad and our nation facing a debt crisis at home, being asked to pay your fair share isn't class warfare - it's patriotism. ↗

— Cory Booker

#asked #balanced #being #calls #class

I thought I would go out, and see if the air would make me feel any better. ↗

— Lizzie Andrew Borden

#any #better #feel #go #i

Promise me you’ll marry me. Not now. Someday. Because I need to know.” Claire felt a flutter inside, like a bird trying to fly, and a rush of heat that made her dizzy. And something else, something fragile as a soap bubble, and just as beautiful. Joy, in the middle of all this horror and heartbreak. “Yes,” she whispered back. “I promise.” And she kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him, while the sun came up and bathed Morganville in one last, shining day. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#end #love #shane-collins #beauty