#gr

I grew up with the white picket fence. My dad went to work nine to five, and he had a station wagon. ↗

— Matt Dillon

#fence #five #grew #had #i

I don’t cry for humans. I cry for things that are so beautiful I just can’t stand it, like Bonnie in front of me, all crusty from rolling in the sand, with a mouthful of half-chewed hay and eyes that knew everything I’d ever thought or felt or been. ↗

— Judith Tarr

#tears #beauty

Voll Blüten steht der Pfirsichbaum nicht jede wächst zur Frucht sie schimmern hell wie Rosenschaum durch Blau und Wolkenflucht. Wie Blüten geh'n Gedanken auf hundert an jedem Tag -- lass' blühen, lass' dem Ding den Lauf frag' nicht nach dem Ertrag! Es muss auch Spiel und Unschuld sein und Blütenüberfluss sonst wär' die Welt uns viel zu klein und Leben kein Genuss. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#beauty #blossoms #enjoyment #growth #ideas

Working on a film, you don't get time to develop rivalries, but the theatre is like a little village, and the differences between me, Lionel and Georgia grew. ↗

— Ron Moody

#develop #differences #film #georgia #get

Roseanne, Roseanne, if I called to you now, my own self calling to my own self, would you hear me? And if you could hear me, would you heed me? ↗

— Sebastian Barry

#growing-up #identity #youth #beauty

Typically, during recessionary times, particular groups suffer higher rates of unemployment -African Americans, and Latinos, and in some cases other minority groups. If you don't have a high level of training or education you're going to fall into that category. ↗

— Hilda Solis

#cases #category #during #education #fall

There is a beauty in every hell! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#beauty

I played in Europe and it was a great experience, not just because of my team-mates and the coaches we had, but from the fans and the city itself - I played in Gothenburg and I played in Lyon and soccer was everywhere. ↗

— Hope Solo

#city #coaches #europe #everywhere #experience

She talked thus, bent double, shaken with sobs, blinded by tears, her neck bare, clenching her hands, coughing with a dry and short cough, stammering very feebly with an agonised voice. Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched. At that moment Fantine had again become beautiful. At certain instants she stopped and tenderly kissed the policeman’s coat. She would have softened a heart of granite; but you cannot soften a heart of wood ↗

— Victor Hugo

#heart-of-granite #heart-of-wood #beauty

A Muslim must not hate his wife and if he be displeased with one bad quality in her, then let him be pleased with another that is good. ↗

— Anonymous

#equality #good #goodness #greatest #humanity