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An exceedingly confident student would in theory make a terrible student. Why would he take school seriously when he feels that he can outwit his teachers? ↗

— Criss Jami

#attention-span #confidence #genius #gifted #imagination

Learn as though you would never be able to master it; hold it as though you would be in fear of losing it. ↗

— Confucius

#inspirational #life #inspirational

We must imagine our lives well. We must engage our conscience. Conscience is the voice of God in the nature and heart of man. ↗

— Laura Kasischke

#god #heart #imagine #lives #nature

I want to kiss my brother for being so tactful. Rabbit looks grateful as well, and I can only imagine what it would be like to trot out your embarrassing 'enjo kosai' problem in front of your sister, your former love-interest of a couple of weeks, and her two siblings. ↗

— Elle Lothlorien

#imagination

Never believe for a second that your weak, within all of us we have a reserve of inner hidden strength, ↗

— Victoria Addino

#conquer #mental-balance #strength #structure #struggle

I always wake up early in a strange bed. I looked at Bertrand, I wonder about him. There was a sort of easy grace in whatever he did, He didn't talk much. I watched this boy sleeping beside me. God, was he tall, and handsome. I was surprised, during the night, when he's told me he was only nineteen. I never would have imagined this kind of cool confidence could come so early to a person. But nineteen, after all, wasn't so far off. I remembered how stupid I was in my relations with other people then. ↗

— Michèle Bernstein

#confidence #nineteen #relationships #sex #teenager

The fig tree grows its flowers strangely inside out, concealed within the soft interior of the fruit. Erszébet imagines the fig's hidden fairy weight of seeds, grown in sweetness that is also a darkness. Like treasure in a cave. ↗

— Jody Shields

#fig #fruit #fruit-tree #mystery #nature

The snail pushes through a green night, for the grass is heavy with water and meets over the bright path he makes, where rain has darkened the earth's dark. He moves in a wood of desire, pale antlers barely stirring as he hunts. I cannot tell what power is at work, drenched there with purpose, knowing nothing. What is a snail's fury? All I think is that if later I parted the blades above the tunnel and saw the thin trail of broken white across litter, I would never have imagined the slow passion to that deliberate progress. ↗

— Thom Gunn

#imagination

All fiction is to some degree contrived. If it is not contrived, then it actually happened, therefore making it a stolen idea. Ideas and concepts in this world, in our lives, and in our imagination are much more finite than any of us would care to believe. ↗

— Connor de Bruler

#imagination

I have every luxury imaginable, I own acres of land, and have enough money to buy the moon were it for sale. Though people think I have everything, it sometimes feels like my possessions own me; towering over me and reducing me into a small bundle of insignificance. ↗

— J. Matthew Nespoli

#depression #money #possessions #wealth #imagination