#ible

Unless some misfortune has made it impossible, everyone can have good posture. ↗

— Loretta Young

#good #impossible #made #misfortune #posture

Being a writer was never a choice, it was an irresistible compulsion. ↗

— Walter Jon Williams

#choice #compulsion #irresistible #never #writer

Our past is a story existing only in our minds. Look, analyze, understand, and forgive. Then, as quickly as possible, chuck it. ↗

— Marianne Williamson

#chuck #existing #forgive #look #minds

Freedom is an indivisible word. If we want to enjoy it, and fight for it, we must be prepared to extend it to everyone, whether they are rich or poor, whether they agree with us or not, no matter what their race or the color of their skin. ↗

— Wendell Willkie

#be prepared #color #enjoy #everyone #extend

Had we really succeeded therefore in altering the period of vibration, which Maxwell, as I have just noted, held to be impossible? Or was there some disturbing circumstances from one or more factors which distorted the result? ↗

— Pieter Zeeman

#circumstances #distorted #disturbing #factors #had

It's only possible to see people when one is able to see the world as others see it. ↗

— Robert Anton Wilson

#only #others #people #possible #see

The waist is a terrible thing to mind. ↗

— Tom Wilson

#terrible #terrible thing #thing #waist

Without deviation progress is not possible. ↗

— Frank Zappa

#possible #progress #without

Jerusalem! My Love,My Town I wept until my tears were dry I prayed until the candles flickered I knelt until the floor creaked I asked about Mohammed and Christ Oh Jerusalem, the fragrance of prophets The shortest path between earth and sky Oh Jerusalem, the citadel of laws A beautiful child with fingers charred and downcast eyes You are the shady oasis passed by the Prophet Your streets are melancholy Your minarets are mourning You, the young maiden dressed in black Who rings the bells at the Nativity Church, On sunday morning? Who brings toys for the children On Christmas eve? Oh Jerusalem, the city of sorrow A big tear wandering in the eye Who will halt the aggression On you, the pearl of religions? Who will wash your bloody walls? Who will safeguard the Bible? Who will rescue the Quran? Who will save Christ, From those who have killed Christ? Who will save man? Oh Jerusalem my town Oh Jerusalem my love Tomorrow the lemon trees will blossom And the olive trees will rejoice Your eyes will dance The migrant pigeons will return To your sacred roofs And your children will play again And fathers and sons will meet On your rosy hills My town The town of peace and olives ↗

— Nizar Qabbani

#bible #christ #jerusalem #muhammad #olives

We are ultimately alone in that we are ultimately responsible for ourselves. ↗

— Robert Zemeckis

#ourselves #responsible #ultimately