#elves

The absent are like children, helpless to defend themselves. ↗

— Charles Reade

#children #defend #helpless #like #themselves

The only sin is ugliness, and if we believed this with all our being, all other activities of the human spirit could be left to take care of themselves. ↗

— Herbert Read

#being #believed #care #could #human

Most people are so busy knocking themselves out trying to do everything they think they should do, they never get around to what they want to do. ↗

— Kathleen Winsor

#busy #everything #get #knocking #most

I have seen great jazz musicians die obscure and drinking themselves to death and not really being able to get any work and working in small, funky jazz clubs. ↗

— Sonny Rollins

#any #being #clubs #death #die

I'd have to say that, in general, models take themselves too seriously. Basically, they are genetic freaks who spend a couple of hours in hair and makeup. ↗

— Rebecca Romijn

#couple #freaks #general #genetic #hair

Follow your heart, Ithilnin," Albirich repeated. "Time is precious. Don't waste it living someone else's life. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#dark #elves #fantasy #heart #life

The world does not speak. Only we do. The world can, once we have programmed ourselves with a language, cause us to hold beliefs. But it cannot propose a language for us to speak. Only other human beings can do that. ↗

— Richard Rorty

#beliefs #cannot #cause #does #hold

What you would not have done to yourselves, never do unto others. ↗

— Alexander Severus

#done #never #others #unto #would

Our stresses, anxieties, pains, and problems arise because we do not see the world, others, or even ourselves as worthy of love. (9) ↗

— Prem Prakash

#love #others #ourselves #pain #problems

They were a deep emerald green, the exact same color as mine, and they glowed with an intensity I had never witnessed before. A slash of silver crossed each one, the sun's reflection making them sparkle like dancing crystals. The emerald irises appeared to be swirling in circles, creating the illusion that his eyes were never-ending. Flecks of darker emerald clustered around each pupil made my breath catch in my throat. Suddenly, my disheartened mood vanished, almost as if I had never felt sadness before. Something about these eyes held me in place, as if I had found a balance, blanketing me in a cocoon of comfort, free of worries and concerns. ↗

— Markelle Grabo

#connection #elves #eyes #love #love