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Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#grieving #inspirational #stories #inspirational

Why in the name of God do you wear these ugly ass granny panties? I swear it looks like you could parachute from the Dallas Lincoln Plaza with these and have a nice soft landing! Why don’t you get on the internet and apply your online shopping skills while purchasing some panties that do not look like they came from your Grans drawer? ↗

— Kathryn Vance-Perez

#humorous #panties #friendship

I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#any #enduring #frankly #i #longer

Being in a relationship, that's something you choose. Being friends, that's just something you are.. ↗

— John Green

#friendship #friendship

We do not wait for inspiration. We work because we've jolly well got to. But when all is said and done, we toil at this particular job because it's turned out to be our particular job, and in a weird sort of way I suppose we may be said to like it. ↗

— Ngaio Marsh

#writing #inspirational

The war which is coming Is not the first one. There were Other wars before it. When the last one came to an end There were conquerors and conquered. Among the conquered the common people Starved. Among the conquerors The common people starved too. ↗

— Bertolt Brecht

#inspirational #war #inspirational

If you feel unwanted or unappreciated where you are or by those you're with, it only means you're in the wrong place or with the wrong people. Hang in there. Someone else will see you for the true gift you are. ↗

— LK Hunsaker

#psychology #relationships #self-esteem #inspirational

Never lend if you need repayment; never give where you want a return. ↗

— Lindsey Davis

#inspirational #inspirational

We are citizens of the world. The tragedy of our times is that we do not know this. ↗

— Woodrow Wilson

#philosophy #world #inspirational

They rode out along the fenceline and across the open pastureland. The leather creaked in the morning cold. They pushed the horses into a lope. The lights fell away behind them. They rode out on the high prairie where they slowed the horses to a walk and the stars swarmed around them out of the blackness. They heard somewhere in that tenantless night a bell that tolled and ceased where no bell was and they rode out on the round dais of the earth which alone was dark and no light to it and which carried their figures and bore them up into the swarming stars so that they rode not under but among them and they rode at once jaunty and circumspect, like thieves newly loosed in that dark electric, like young thieves in a glowing orchard, loosely jacketed against the cold and ten thousand worlds for the choosing. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#exhilaration #inspirational #possibilities #inspirational