#hand

You'll be okay. No matter what shape reality takes, you can handle it. ↗

— Shiro Amano

#life #you-can-handle-it #you-ll-be-okay #life

To know what life is worth you have to risk it once in a while. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#hœderer #life

Some people read palms to tell your future, but I read hands to tell your past. Each scar makes a story worth telling. Each callused palm, each cracked knuckle is a missed punch or years in a factory. ↗

— Sarah Kay

#hands #life #past #story #life

I would like to believe this is a story I’m telling. I need to believe it. I must believe it. Those who can believe that such stories are only stories have a better chance. If it’s a story I’m telling, then I have control over the ending. Then there will be an ending, to the story, and real life will come after it. I can pick up where I left off. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#life

God deals us all different hands. How we play 'em is up to us. ↗

— Jeannette Walls

#game #god #hands #life #life

Sometimes life is your opponent and just showing up is a victory. ↗

— John Passaro

#gift #handicap #keep-moving-forward #wrestling #life

The conductor's gift does not always go hand in hand with that of composition; indeed, the union is found much more seldom than is popularly believed. ↗

— Anton Seidl

#believed #composition #conductor #does #found

When life is difficult, try looking up at the night sky. A million stars proclaim aloud His Handiwork. And you know you are never alone. ↗

— Anusha Atukorala

#difficult #god #handiwork #life #never

I do really crazy things all the time, but I can't think of anything offhand. ↗

— Casper Van Dien

#crazy #i #i do #offhand #really

Why, I've been all over the world, I tell you, and fairly loafed and lolled in every conceivable sort of ease and luxury, but the Soul of me—the wild, restless, breathless, discontented soul of me—never sat down before in all its life—I say, until my frightened hand cuddled into his broken one. I tell you I don't pretend to explain it, I don't pretend to account for it; all I know is—that smothering there under all that horrible wreckage and everything—the instant my hand went home to his, the most absolute sense of serenity and contentment went over me. ↗

— Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

#lovers #peace #life