#elf

The thought of superhuman beings with human temptations and flaws sends a chill through me. ↗

— Susan Ee

#susan-ee #temptation

I keep my thoughts to myself, and I think that's one of the best ways to be. ↗

— Tito Jackson

#i #i think #keep #myself #think

I think it's probably best to work out in the morning to get it out of the way. My ultimate top tip is to drag yourself, even if you have to roll yourself out of your bed and in to a sit-up - it's really not that bad once you start. ↗

— Lily James

#bed #best #drag #even #get

I always try to make myself be very approachable and easy to talk to, so hopefully people will feel that they can approach me. ↗

— Kristanna Loken

#approach #easy #feel #hopefully #i

Think of all the really successful men and women you know. Do you know a single one who didn't learn very young the trick of calling attention to himself in the right quarters? ↗

— Storm Jameson

#calling #do you know #himself #know #learn

You have a life; make a success of it. ↗

— Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

#biography #education #general #inspirational #leadership

These songs are old friends I have entertained myself with when I'm washing the dishes, driving to the store and walking down the aisles. The ones that you sing when you're driving in the car and as a singer you always go back to them. ↗

— Al Jarreau

#always #back #car #dishes #down

The thing that is incredible is life itself. Why should we be here in this sun-illuminated universe? Why should there be green earth under our feet? ↗

— Edwin Markham

#feet #green #here #incredible #itself

Forgiveness is beautiful and it feels good when someone gives that gift to you. But it’s one thing for someone you wronged to forgive you. It was another to forgive yourself. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#forgiveness #beauty

Wisteria hangs over the eaves like clumps of ghostly grapes. Euphorbia's pale blooms billow like sea froth. Blood grass twists upward, knifing the air, while underground its roots go berserk, goosing everything in their path. A magnolia, impatient with vulvic flesh, erupts in front of the living room window. The recovering terrorist--holding a watering can filled with equal parts fish fertilizer and water, paisley gloves right up over her freckled forearms, a straw hat with its big brim shading her eyes, old tennis shoes speckled with dew--moves through her front garden. Her face, she tells herself, like a Zen koan. The look of one lip smiling. ↗

— Zsuzsi Gartner

#humor #self-image #violence #equality