#fort

By the time I reached high school my father's grocery store had made our life adequately comfortable and I was able to choose, without any practical encumbrances, the subjects that I wanted to pursue in college. ↗

— Sidney Altman

#adequately #any #by the time #choose #college

The human spy, in terms of the American espionage effort, had never been terribly pertinent. ↗

— Aldrich Ames

#been #effort #espionage #had #human

Being in your forties - any woman who isn't there yet, I just have to say to you: Euphoria is coming to you. ↗

— Tori Amos

#being #coming #euphoria #forties #i

Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#does #early #early stages #feather #hardens

In a man, I look for a friend, someone who's equal, with whom I'm comfortable. ↗

— Jennifer Aniston

#equal #friend #i #look #man

I'm the guy who gets uncomfortable. That's why I was able to write 'The 40-Year-Old Virgin' and 'Knocked Up.' I believe in those guys. ↗

— Judd Apatow

#believe #gets #guy #guys #i

All the efforts of the human mind cannot exhaust the essence of a single fly. ↗

— Thomas Aquinas

#efforts #essence #exhaust #fly #human

We cannot expect to grow if we are too afraid or unwilling to change and face challenges. When we exit our everyday, mundane lifestyles to do something different we can experience growth, undiscovered strength, and new abilities within ourselves. ↗

— Ashley Ormon

#growth #self-improvement #change

song of elli (old age) "What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain What is gone is gone... What is sea-born dies on land, Soft is trod upon. What is given burns the hand - What is gone is gone... Here is there, and high is low; All may be undone. What is true, no two men know - What is gone is gone... Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose - What is gone is gone. ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

#old-age #peter-s-beagle #song-of-elli-old-age-elli-s-song #the-last-unicorn #age

Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross. ↗

— Edith Sitwell

#blind #cross #dark #falls #forty