#ear

I was never one to care about how I looked on the outside. That wasn't the real me anyway. Not that I didn't appreciate the way I looked now, I just didn't feel it mattered, because how you look doesn't change what’s in your soul. ↗

— Christine Zolendz

#so-true #change

Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears. ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#liars #self-deception #deception

Every time the wind blows I think of her. I wonder if I could generate electricity off my yearning. Maybe a mind wind farm of some kind. Hopefully I could provide enough power for all the lonely people in my bathtub to stay warm. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#electricity #funny #humor #lonely #power

Where's the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I'm pretty or not? ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#looks #pretty #louisa-may-alcott

Tomorrow, is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one. ↗

— Brad Paisley

#writing-books

So seven new countries, three of them formerly part of the Soviet Union, and the others part of the Warsaw Pact, will become full members of NATO next year. ↗

— Lord Robertson

#countries #formerly #full #members #nato

This classmate told me that Plato drove this idea home in his dialogue Euthydemus, in which Socrates puts down the Sophists, claiming that a man learns more by "playing" with ideas in his leisure time that by sitting in a classroom. And Plato's successor, that world champion of pleasure, Epicurus, believed in a simple yet elegant connection between learning and happiness: the entire purpose of education was to attune the mind and sense to the pleasures of life. ↗

— Daniel Klein

#education

To be of the Earth is to know the restlessness of being a seed the darkness of being planted the struggle toward the light the pain of growth into the light the joy of bursting and bearing fruit the love of being food for someone the scattering of your seeds the decay of the seasons the mystery of death and the miracle of birth. ↗

— John Soos

#change #darkness #death #earth #joy

Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. ↗

— Douglas Adams

#ground #how #learning #miss #throw

I did it," I gasp, still reeling from the thrill and the fear. "I really-" Quince's mouth is on mine in an instant. His arms around my waist, mine around his neck. It's the fear, i know it's the fear. And the bond. And the adrenaline. That whole i-was-this-close-to-death-and-really-really-really-glad-to-be-alive emotional response. Anxiety and relief and joy swirl between us until i can't tell which are his and which are mine. I can't not be kissing him right now. The urgency in his kiss tells me he feels the same. ↗

— Tera Lynn Childs

#kiss #love #death