#another

When someone saves your life and gives you life, there's gratitude, humility; there's a time you've been so blessed you realize you've been given another chance at life that maybe you did or didn't deserve. ↗

— Pat Summerall

#been #blessed #chance #deserve #did

Postmodernists believe that truth is myth, and myth, truth. This equation has its roots in pop psychology. The same people also believe that emotions are a form of reality. There used to be another name for this state of mind. It used to be called psychosis. ↗

— Brad Holland

#another #believe #called #emotions #equation

We both can be the most beautiful and benevolent creatures on the planet, but then there's another side that can be as harsh and as ugly as the darkest thing you could imagine seeing. ↗

— Terrence Howard

#beautiful #benevolent #both #could #creatures

Burn not thy fingers to snuff another man's candle. ↗

— James Howell

#burn #candle #fingers #man #snuff

We are creatures of the moment; we live from one little space to another, and only one interest at a time fills these. ↗

— William Dean Howells

#creatures #fills #interest #little #live

A fact never went into partnership with a miracle. Truth scorns the assistance of wonders. A fact will fit every other fact in the universe, and that is how you can tell whether it is or is not a fact. A lie will not fit anything except another lie. ↗

— Robert Green Ingersoll

#anything #assistance #every #except #fact

Be not entangled in this world of days and nights; Thou hast another time and space as well. ↗

— Muhammad Iqbal

#another time #days #entangled #hast #nights

If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there'd be peace. ↗

— John Lennon

#demanded #everyone #instead #peace #set

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#back #between #days #exclusive #flying

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. ↗

— Plato

#another #back #becomes #every #every heart