#car

There is no illness that is not exacerbated by stress. ↗

— Allan Lokos

#healing #health #health-care #psychology #art

WE ARE the PULSE of the TIMES! ↗

— Carrie White

#biography #carrie-white #carrie-white-hairdresser #inspirational #literature

Until you understand your customers - deeply and genuinely - you cannot hope to serve them ↗

— Rasheed Ogunlaru

#customer-care #customers #kindness #rasheed-ogunlaru #service

We must rebuild organic communities, where people can come together and have analogue conversations and share stories, art, music and emotions. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#cooperation #freedom #harmony #love #peace

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. ↗

— Leo Buscaglia

#compliment #kind-word #life #listen #potential

take a salad of pills and hit the floor ↗

— Pat Smith

#outsider-art #art

Admittedly, art is somewhat like spit. It does not repulse or even worry is while it is still inside of us, but once it exits our body, it becomes disgusting. ↗

— Ivan Brunetti

#cartooning #creativity #philosophy #spit #art

I’m convinced that the arts could be something of a higher power. ↗

— Veronika Carnaby

#veronika-carnaby #art

She raised her chin and her pale, black-fringed eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Ellen had never told her that desire and attainment were two different matters; life had not taught her that the race was not to the swift. She lay in the silvery shadows with courage rising and made the plans that a sixteen-year-old makes when life has been so pleasant that defeat is an impossibility and a pretty dress and a clear complexion are weapons to vanquish fate. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#courage

I may distance myself from God from time to time, wandering off in the ignorance of my self-absorbed preoccupations and attitudes But God is never far off. Never distant. Never remote. He is close enough to hear the raw, unbridled "fuck" in my silent prayer of anguish. Close enough to feel the groaning angst and tension in my gut that oft threatens to rend me to pieces. Close enough to hear my heart slam itself in abandon against the walls of this temple of skin in holy desperation; clutching at the veil that dulls and distorts my vision. Close enough to catch me as I stumble in my blind and weary state yet again and again and again. Yes, He is close. She is never far off. God is my faithful friend and traveling companion, though I see Him not yet with these orbs of flesh. ↗

— Mac MacKenzie

#healing #peace #soulcare #art