#d

Quit planning your dream and start living it. ↗

— Alan Cohen

#living-life #dreams

I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#suffering

No race can prosper till it learns that there is as much dignity in tilling a field as in writing a poem. ↗

— Booker T. Washington

#field #learns #much #poem #prosper

You wanted us all back together again!" Bonnie shouted at Caroline, and pulled the scandalized girl into the dance. Meredith, her dignity forgotten, joined them too. And for a long time in the clearing there was only rejoicing. ↗

— L.J. Smith

#dignity

Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves. ↗

— Dave Eggers

#dignity #dignity

It is a good idea sometimes to think of the importance and dignity of our every-day duties. It keeps them from being so tiresome; besides, others are apt take us at our own valuation. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#dignity

I will remember this, thought Ender, when I am defeated. To keep dignity, and give honor where it's due, so that defeat is not disgrace. And I hope I don't have to do it often. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#dignity #disgrace #honor #dignity

Democracy is not just the right to vote, it is the right to live in dignity. ↗

— Naomi Klein

#politics #voting #dignity

Von Loewe really should know me well enough by now to realize that I am not going to face my execution without a fight. Or with anything remotely resembling dignity. ↗

— Elizabeth Wein

#dignity

She Was A Phantom of Delight She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament: Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death: The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#women #death