#ear

... the blast signatures of a detonated supernova and that of a nuclear bomb are identical. ↗

— Eric Chaisson

#nuclear-bomb #supernova #age

I suppose that one’s years spent living do not reflect a measure of our souls or strength of character. ↗

— Peter Koevari

#character #year #age

We learn the rope of life by untying its knots. ↗

— Jean Toomer

#learn #life #rope

Social tools leave a digital audit trail, documenting our learning journey—often an unfolding story—and leaving a path for others to follow. ↗

— Marcia Conner

#documentation #knowledge-management #learning #reflection #social-media

Conservatives cherished it for being small and inconvenient, and thus keeping out the "new people" whom New York was beginning to dread and yet be drawn to ↗

— Edith Wharton

#learning #age

Author has developed a routine of daily emotional debriefing with his kids as he tucks them in at night. To encourage the habit of keeping uncluttered, open heart, he starts with basic questions asking whether anyone has hurt them or made them angry to help them process at an age-appropriate depth. As they mature, he will add questions. ↗

— Andy Stanley

#open-heart #parenting #age

If you have a good ear for dialogue, you just can't help thinking about the way people talk. You're drawn to it. And the obsessive interest in it forces you to develop it. You almost can't help yourself. ↗

— Robert Towne

#almost #develop #dialogue #drawn #ear

My heart seems to heal, so that speaks well for my future. ↗

— Alex Trebek

#heal #heart #seems #speaks #well

Moses had come to know God as Jehovah-shalom, the God of all peace. This is the deepest need of the human heart—to be at peace with God and with oneself. The proof that his heart was at peace was that it was filled with praise…not necessarily for what God had done, but for who God is. He was living out the chief end of man—-to glorify God and enjoy him forever. Psalm 29:11 says, “The Lord gives strength to his people; the Lord blesses his people with peace. ↗

— Beth Willis Miller

#heart #peace #shalom #age

The girl's face was the color of talcum. Her uncle's was a death mask, a bone structure overlaid by parchment. Shane's was granite, with a glistening line of sweat just below his hair line. He'd never forget this night, the detective knew, no matter what else happened for the rest of his life. They were all getting scars on their souls, the sort of scars people got in the Dark Ages, when they believed in devils and black magic. ("Speak To Me Of Death") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#devils #fear #horror #scars #age