#chi

Don't die a pauper, don't die a commoner and a weakling. ↗

— Jaachynma N.E. Agu

#be-different #book #books-reading #books-reading-bibliophily #bookstore

And that was true. As the other world experience faded she found herself left with little that she had not known before; there was nothing really that the stark, simple teaching of the Methodist faith did not cover. She had never heard of the Jesuit who said, "Give me a child until he is seven and after that you may do what you like with him", but she was living proof of his theory's validity." Damask Greenway ↗

— Norah Lofts

#faith #jesuit #methodist #experience

Pride is one of the seven deadly sins; but it cannot be the pride of a mother in her children, for that is a compound of two cardinal virtues — faith and hope. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#hope #love #mother #pride #faith

The stretching of your faith is immediate pain that results in ultimate gain. It is in the waiting that we become who we are meant to be. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#becoming-you-you-re-meant-to-be #bigger-picture #consecration #destiny #faith

Be patient and keep faith. It will all fall into place. ↗

— Shri Radhe Maa

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Fear exists because we do not have faith. ↗

— Shri Radhe Maa

#meditation #quotes-and-saying #quotes-of-life #radhe-guru-maa #radhe-maa

I received the fundamentals of my education in school, but that was not enough. My real education, the superstructure, the details, the true architecture, I got out of the public library. For an impoverished child whose family could not afford to buy books, the library was the open door to wonder and achievement, and I can never be sufficiently grateful that I had the wit to charge through that door and make the most of it. Now, when I read constantly about the way in which library funds are being cut and cut, I can only think that the door is closing and that American society has found one more way to destroy itself. ↗

— Isaac Asimov

#library #architecture

If I had lady-spider legs, I would weave a sky where the stars lined up. Matresses would be tied down tight to their trucks, bodies would never crash through windshields. The moon would rise above the wine-dark sea and give babies only to maidens and musicians who had prayed long and hard. Lost girls wouldn't need compasses or maps. They would find gingerbread paths to lead them out of the forest and home again. They would never sleep in silver boxes with white velvet sheets, not until they were wrinkled-paper grandmas and ready for the trip. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#eating-disorders #families #family

Thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report written on birds that he'd had three months to write, which was due the next day. We were out at our family cabin in Bolinas, and he was at the kitchen table close to tears, surrounded by binder paper and pencils and unopened books about birds, immobilized by the hugeness of the task ahead. Then my father sat down beside him put his arm around my brother's shoulder, and said, "Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird. ↗

— Anne Lamott

#breaking-down-assignment #childhood #encouragement #homework #project

I’m an only child, so logically I gave birth to my parents, because if it weren’t for me they wouldn’t be parents at all, they’d simply be a married couple. (Or maybe without me they wouldn’t even have been married!)
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— Jarod Kintz

#logic #married #only-child #parents #family