#giving

We have not given science too big a place in our education, but we have made a perilous mistake in giving it too great a preponderance in method in every other branch of study. ↗

— Woodrow Wilson

#branch #education #every #given #giving

This life is for loving, sharing, learning, smiling, caring, forgiving, laughing, hugging, helping, dancing, wondering, healing, and even more loving. I choose to live life this way. I want to live my life in such a way that when I get out of bed in the morning, the devil says, 'aw shit, he's up! ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#dancing #devil #forgiving #healing #helping

We are supposed to forgive everyone; everyone includes ourselves. ↗

— Denis Waitley

#forgiveness

It is wrong to ask for more than you give freely. In this way, we come to resemble what we hate. ↗

— Stephen R. Donaldson

#freedom #giving #freedom

Home was where others had to gather grace. Home was what I wanted to flee. ↗

— Jerry Pinto

#frustration #home #illness #home

Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape. ↗

— Bell Hooks

#giving-others-space #love #manners #self-care #self-confidence

A kind gesture can reach a wound that only compassion can heal. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#blessings #compassion #generosity #giving #helping-others

[G]iving yourself some loving attention is not selfish. It is sensible. If you feel loved and cherished--even if it is only by yourself--then you will have more love to give to others, too. (83) ↗

— Penelope Quest

#giving #love #self-loving #selfishness #life

It's bad enough in life to do without something YOU want; but confound it, what gets my goat is not being able to give somebody something you want THEM to have. ↗

— Truman Capote

#life

I know there is poor and hideous suffering, and I've seen the hungry and the guns that go to war. I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks for early light dappled through leaves and the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives. ↗

— Ann Voskamp

#joy #thankfulness #thanksgiving #inspirational