#find

O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken! ↗

— Walter Scott

#broken #finds #heart #little #many

I have found the best way to give advice to your children is to find out what they want and then advise them to do it. ↗

— Harry S. Truman

#advice #advise #best way #children #find

I die pretty much every year. I find it amusing. ↗

— Mark-Paul Gosselaar

#die #every #find #i #much

Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world. ↗

— Thomas Moore

#finding #like #own #right #soul

The untold want, by life and land ne'er granted, Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#life #sail-forth #seek #untold-want #voyager

A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it. ↗

— George A. Moore

#home #man #needs #over #returns

Don't just expect the scouts to find you. Go to camps, clinics and make sure you are seen. ↗

— Paul Quantrill

#clinics #expect #find #go #just

I am becoming the woman I've wanted, grey at the temples, soft body, delighted, cracked up by life with a laugh that's known bitter but, past it, got better, knows she's a survivor-- that whatever comes, she can outlast it. I am becoming a deep weathered basket. I am becoming the woman I've longed for, the motherly lover with arms strong and tender, the growing up daughter who blushes surprises. I am becoming full moons and sunrises. I find her becoming, this woman I've wanted, who knows she'll encompass, who knows she's sufficient, knows where she's going and travels with passion. Who remembers she's precious, but knows she's not scarce-- who knows she is plenty, plenty to share. ↗

— Jayne Brown

#poetry #life

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy. ↗

— George Jean Nathan

#company #deepest #drowsy #electrified #feel

A man without hands came to the door to sell me a photograph of my house. Except for the chrome hooks, he was an ordinary-looking man of fifty or so. ↗

— Raymond Carver

#hooks #no-hands #viewfinder #love