#bi

I believe that the true definition of wealth is loving what you have rather than what you don’t have. ↗

— Celso Cukierkorn

#prosperity #rabbi-celso #love

i'm truly sorry for everything that i've done in the past.. but that past has creates me to be someone better from time to time.. i just hope that my shadow doesn't follow me everytime i get a chance to live with this sweet 'angel'.. i just love you..and i don't need anything else.. ↗

— mohamad supian bin ahmad

#love

A tip from Lubitsch: 'Let the audience add up two plus two and they'll love you forever. ↗

— Charlotte Chandler

#love

Sometimes, when people speak, I cease listening to their words and zoom in instead on the cadence, and it can seem lovely, and at other times absurd, all this verbiage, these seemingly random consonants clattering on the string that is sound. ↗

— Rosie O'Donnell

#verbiage #words #love

Flexibility is an essential pre-requisite to avoiding conflict. ↗

— Kambiz Mostofizadeh

#mikazuki-publishing-house #art

No evil can result from its inhibition more pernicious than its toleration. ↗

— Martin Van Buren

#inhibition #more #pernicious #result #than

True love was beyond the bars, but a facsimile of it came with no suffering at all. ↗

— D. Morgenstern

#broken-heart #love #the-golden-bridle #love

It is indeed strange, given the heavy emphasis placed by chroniclers on Churchill's sheer magnitude of personality, that the ingredient of pure ambition should be so much ignored or even disallowed. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#biography #larger-than-life #personality #winston-churchill #love

She knew his secret: for all his wandering, his independence and his unorthodox ways, he took his responsibilities very seriously. He even borrowed others' responsibilities, making them his own simply because he thought this sort of service was owed to those whom he loved. ↗

— Meredith Duran

#love

A duodene of bird notes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hand. Brightly the keys, all twinkling, linked, all harpsichording, called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of love's leave-taking, life's, love's morn. ↗

— James Joyce

#love