#al

Discouraged? As I was driving home from work one day, I stopped to watch a local Little League baseball game that was being played in a park near my home. As I sat down behind the bench on the first-baseline, I asked one of the boys what the score was. "We’re behind 14 to nothing,” he answered with a smile. “Really,” I said. “I have to say you don’t look very discouraged.” “Discouraged?” the boy asked with a puzzled look on his face. “Why should we be discouraged? We haven’t been up to bat yet. ↗

— Jack Canfield

#motivational #sports #home

In the molten fire where he lay he could watch the slow machinations of eternity, the cosmic miracle of each second being born, eggshaped, silverplated, phallic, time thrusting itself gleaming through the worn and worthless husk of the microsecond previous, halting, beginning to show the slow and infinitesimal accreations of decay in the clocking away of life in a mechanism encoded at the moment of conception, withering, shunted aside by time's next orgasmic thrust, and all to the beating of some galactic heart, to voices, a madman's mutterings from a snare in the web of the world. ↗

— William Gay

#poetic #southern-gothic #home

She considered what had made Denmark home to her anyway. Was it the sense of familiarity? That wherever she went there were echoes of a hundred memories she could pluck from her thoughts? ↗

— Sage Steadman

#nostalgia #home

Beauvoir left their home wanting to call his wife and tell her how much he loved her, and then tell her what he believed in, and his fears and hopes and disappointments. To talk about something real and meaningful. He dialed his cell phone and got her. But the words got caught somewhere south of his throat. Instead he told her the weather had cleared, and she told him about the movie she'd rented. Then they both hung up. ↗

— Louise Penny

#realtionship #sharing #thoughts #home

Where they had once ambled alone, they now walked together home. ↗

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

#home #soulmates #home

I'm just an animal looking for a home Share the same space for a minute or two And you love me till my heart stops Love me till I'm dead ↗

— David Byrne

#talking-heads #this-must-be-the-place #home

God has such gladness every time he sees from heaven that a sinner is praying to Him with all his heart, as a mother has when she sees the first smile on her baby's face. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#spiritual-growth #spiritual-growth

Cinta yang tidak dipersatukan Allah di Dunia mungkin disimpankan-Nya untuk dipersatukan di akhirat nanti. ↗

— Mahardhika Zifana

#allah #cinta #dunia #cinta

It was strange that in some sort of Jeffrey Dahmer meets Ghandi way I was able to love myself for hating myself. It seemed like a warped sense of love. But it was love without conditions. ↗

— The Hippie

#cutting #ghandi #love #snowflake-obsidian #unconditional

Why does it scare me to think I might be ordinary? I remember when I started first grade and I could hardly pay attention for fear I wouldn't learn to read and write. I didn't want to be like everyone else. I didn't want to have to learn. I wanted to know everything already ↗

— Margaret Sartor

#individuality #reading #love