#change

I had a dream about you. You were crying, and I couldn’t tell if it was because you were sad or because you’d been laughing too hard. So I decided to find out by telling you that I’d just heard from the cops, and your mother had been murdered. Before I got to the punch line you started sobbing in a different manner, so I realized you’d been laughing earlier. By that time the mood had changed, and I decided it best not to deliver the punch line after all. So I sat down next to you and put my arm around you and tried to console you for your perceived loss. 
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— Dora J. Arod

#dreams #funny #humor #life #relationships

Mother nature changes her looks for the same reason any woman changes her looks—to be noticed.  ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#looks #mother-nature #richelle #richelle-goodrich #women

Think of yourself as an athlete. I guarantee you it will change the way you walk, the way you work, and the decisions you make about leadership, teamwork, and success. ↗

— Mariah Burton Nelson

#empowerment-of-women #sports #women #change

It wasn't the tattoo that had changed her, had given her repossession of her body. It was her actions, her choices. It was finding the path when it looked like there weren't any paths to be found. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#change

We are all the product of things we've never seen and people we never met. In fact, if just one little detail had been changed in their lives, we may not even exist! ↗

— Melanie Johnston

#genealogy #the-last-lord-of-paradise #change

It’s one way or another, Summer. For me, it’s black and white. You’re either in the friend zone or the lover zone. And with you…Gosh, Summer, you’re in my danger zone. My rip-my-heart-out and change-me-forever zone. I have to tread lightly with you. Because if I don’t, I may never be able to find my way back. ↗

— Kailin Gow

#love #love-hurts #loving-summer #new-adult-contemporary-romance #perfect-summer

...when everything changes, I need a bookmark - I need you... ↗

— John Geddes

#bookmark #dependence #love #pause #selah

A few days later, Tuesday quietly crossed our apartment as I read a book and, after a nudge against my arm, put his head on my lap. As always, I immediately checked my mental state, trying to assess what was wrong. I knew a change in my biorhythms had brought Tuesday over, because he was always monitoring me, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Breathing? Okay. Pulse? Normal. Was I glazed or distracted? Was I lost in Iraq? Was a dark period descending? I didn't think so, but I knew something must be wrong, and I was starting to worry...until I looked into Tuesday's eyes. They were staring at me softly from under those big eyebrows, and there was nothing in them but love. ↗

— Luis Carlos Montalván

#dog #dog-lover #dogs-loyalty #iraq #iraq-war

Writing isn't about making money, getting famous, or making friends. It's about doing what you love the best you know how. It's about making a heart pound in fear, shrink from rage, weep with understanding, or soar with excitement. It's about making worlds and living in them deeply enough someone else can join you there. It's about life changed to words, words changed to life, over and over and over again. It's about giving. ↗

— Billie Sue Mosiman

#writing-life #writing-philosophy #change

Most things happen for a reason and it may take years to discover why, but this is almost always for the better. ↗

— Ursula A. Ciller

#fate #fate-destiny #life #life-lessons #life-philosophy