#ear

Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear? ↗

— Jack London

#darn #gear #must #over #reverse

I'm sure any vocal teacher that listens to me would rather cut my throat than do anything - I do everything all wrong - but I think for me that's the best - because I don't think I have a voice so I think what I project would be style - if I learned to sing I'd lose my style. ↗

— Julie London

#anything #because #best #cut #everything

So much of what is best in us is bound up in our love of family, that it remains the measure of our stability because it measures our sense of loyalty. All other pacts of love or fear derive from it and are modeled upon it. ↗

— Haniel Long

#best #bound #derive #family #fear

For support, I fall back on my heart. Has a man any fault a woman cannot weave with and try to change into something better, if the god her man prays to is a mother holding a baby? ↗

— Haniel Long

#baby #back #better #cannot #change

Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#back #comes #fear #forth #future

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#chance #depths #drops #emotion #full

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#attempted #begun #close #done #each

Something attempted, something done, Has earned a nights repose. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#done #earned #nights #repose #something

I looked, and saw that Bob had entirely lost his left ear, and a large piece from his left cheek. His right eye was a little discoloured, and the blood flowed profusely from his wounds. ↗

— Augustus Baldwin Longstreet

#bob #cheek #ear #entirely #eye

I could not love thee, dear, so much, loved I not honor more. ↗

— Richard Lovelace

#dear #honor #i #love #loved