#he

She sat in the sunshine watching the life on the street and guarding within herself, her own mystery of life. ↗

— Betty Smith

#motherhood #pregnancy #life

For Daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new tunes. All night the saxophones wailed the hopeless comment o the 'Beale Street Blues' while a hundred pairs of golden and silver slippers shuffled the shiny dust. At the grey tea hour there were always rooms that throbbed incessantly with this low, sweet fever, while fresh faces drifted here and there like rose petals blown by the sad horns around the floor. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#life

I've a habit of placing a happy-face or a frowny-face on my calendar, depending on what kind of day I've had.  Often I slap a droopy circle in the box, discouraged by the things I failed to accomplish and the unpleasant encounters endured.  But then, invariably, a wise muse stops to ask me these three questions:   Did your children let you hug them today?  Yes.   Did you do a kind deed for someone?  Anyone?  Yes.   Did God forsake you today?  No.   Then, my dear, despite your challenges, it was a good day after all.  And, standing corrected,  I twist that frowny-face upside down and smile. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#happiness #happy-life #richelle #richelle-goodrich #smile

Life isn't a lazy cruise on some endless, calm and temperate sea. Life is a raging ocean with swells and tidal waves that wreck and sink your boat. Life is a series of storms―overcast skies, fierce winds, and pelting rain. You were meant to be immersed in it all―first to float, then swim, and eventually to walk on water. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#growing #growth #hardships #learning #life

Medicines cannot drug away the cellular defects that develop in response to improper nutrition throughout life. ↗

— Joel Fuhrman

#life

You have to digest life. You have to chew it up and love it all through. ↗

— Paula McLain

#life #writing #life

We knew what we had and what it meant, and though so much had happened since for both of us, there was nothing like those years in Paris, after the war. Life was painfully pure and simple and good, and I believed Ernest was his best self then. I got the very best of him. We got the best of each other. ↗

— Paula McLain

#life #loss #love #life

I've been stabbed lately with life. ↗

— Pepper Phillips

#stabbed-my-heart #life

...to know an other's interior life you are his confessor or a writer - the one is admitted freely, the other intrudes by discerning of spirits ↗

— John Geddes

#self #self-awareness #the-heart #the-soul #the-spirit

In life, you love the one whom you can never have. ↗

— Yash Masane

#life