#ay

The right way is not always the popular and easy way. Standing for right when it is unpopular is a true test of moral character. ↗

— Margaret Chase Smith

#character #easy #easy way #moral #moral character

Transferring my anger and pain onto paper turns it into something tangible, something that can be shredded or burned, or at the very least, sealed shut in a box. ~Call Me Tuesday ↗

— Leigh Byrne

#call-me-tuesday #leigh-byrne #pain #quotes #anger

I'm not saying I wasn't flawed or amateurish. But you can never say I did anything to appease the music business. ↗

— Patti Smith

#appease #business #did #flawed #i

…deceitful!” she decided with a little bounce of fury that briefly ballooned the silk of her trousers. “There! You deceitful …” “Gillia…” “…misleading, dishonest, insincere…” “Those are all the same words, Gill—” “Ooh! Liar!” She’d managed to get her hands on a small pillow. He ducked just as it whizzed past him. In justice, however, it did strike the mosaic vase behind him on an engraved mahogany pedestal, and it tipped and spun on its base before landing in a shattered heap on the bare floor. “Now, look what you’ve done!” she accused tearfully and bolted from the room. ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#betrayal #deceit #romance #anger

I became an adult in an extreme way. I was recently sorting some old photographs and I found another. ↗

— Robert Smith

#another #became #extreme #found #i

I love my children. That will never change. I have prayed to them for forgiveness and hope that they will forgive me. I never meant to hurt them!! ↗

— Susan Smith

#children #forgive #forgive me #forgiveness #give me

I took to the Kingswood the midsummer after the Dame died. I did not swear a vow, but I kept to myself just as strictly, living like a beast in the forest from one midsummer to the next, without fire or iron or the taste of meat. I lived as prey, and I learned from the dogs how to run, from the hare how to hide in the bracken, and from the deer how to go hungry. In sorrow and pride I exiled myself to Kingswood. I shunned fire for I feared the kingsmen would hunt me down, and so by the way of cold and hunger I came near to refusing life itself. I never thought to anger or please a god by it. ↗

— Sarah Micklem

#gods #hiding #hunger #running-away #survival

The power of the anger flowing through me, the urge to get back to Perry while I could, had raised me into another level of consciousness. In other words, I was bat-shit crazy. ↗

— Karina Halle

#anger

This, it may be said, is no more than a hypothesis... only of that force of precedent which in all times has been so strong to keep alive religious forms of which the original meaning is lost. ↗

— William Robertson Smith

#been #force #forms #hypothesis #keep

Fortune, how fickle and how vain thou art, ↗

— Patrick Branwell Brontë

#caractacus #plays #art