#days

Not all of our days could be extraordinary. But our lives still could be. ↗

— Erin Mckittrick

#extraordinary #home

Glen had a disability more disfiguring than a burn and more terrifying than cancer. Glen had been born on the day after Christmas. "My parents just combine my birthday with Christmas, that's all," he explained. But we knew this was a lie. Glen's parents just wrapped a couple of his Christmas presents in birthday-themed wrapping paper, stuck some candles in a supermarket cake, and had a dinner of Christmas leftovers. ↗

— Augusten Burroughs

#christmas #humor #humor

Some women seem so voluptuous in every sense, richly bountiful and fertile with generous gifts of plenty, sensual and confident in their female strength that they are called "earth mothers." That’s how some days feel—when they are bountiful and fertile with the power of our imagination. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#days #earth #earth-mother #inspiration #rich

Even if I say It'll be alright Still I hear you say You want to end your life And again we try To just stay alive Maybe we'll turn it around 'Cause it's not too late It's never too late ↗

— Three Days Grace

#life

It is the apathetic person that sees the cause while the charitable person sees the need. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#causes #charity #donations #giving #holidays

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. ↗

— John Keats

#days #fanny-brawne #fifty-common-years #letter #love

You can get awful famous in this country in seven days. ↗

— Gary Hart

#country #days #famous #get #seven

Witch, do this for me, Find me a moon made of longing. Then cut it sliver thin, and having cut it, hang it high above my beloved's house, so that she may look up tonight and see it, and seeing it, sigh for me as I sigh for her, moon or no moon. ↗

— Clive Barker

#days-of-magic-nights-of-war #longing #love #sad-love #love

The most important thing in life is to learn How to give out love and to let it come in. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#love

Sophia and Grandmother sat down by the shore to discuss the matter further. It was a pretty day, and the sea was running a long, windless swell. It was on days just like this--dog days--that boats went sailing off all by themselves. Large, alien objects made their way in from sea, certain things sank and others rose, milk soured, and dragonflies danced in desperation. Lizards were not afraid. When the moon came up, red spiders mated on uninhabited skerries, where the rock became an unbroken carpet of tiny, ecstatic spiders. ↗

— Tove Jansson

#nature #summer #nature