#if

We may say we're looking for love, following dreams, chasing the dollar, but aren't we just looking for a place where we belong? A place where our thoughts, feelings, and fears are understood? - Ridley Jones ↗

— Lisa Unger

#beauty

A lyric, it is true, is the expression of personal emotion, but then so is all poetry, and to suppose that there are several kinds of poetry, differing from each other in essence, is to be deceived by wholly artificial divisions which have no real being. ↗

— John Drinkwater

#being #deceived #differing #divisions #each

By the time we've hit fifty, we have learned our hardest lessons. ↗

— Marie Dressler

#fifty #hardest #hit #learned #lessons

We have learned to take life seriously, but never ourselves. ↗

— Marie Dressler

#life #never #ourselves #seriously #take

It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#choices #decisions #life-and-living #beauty

The really big difference is that what you make with a molecular machine can be completely precise, down to the tiniest degree of detail that can exist in the world. ↗

— K. Eric Drexler

#big difference #completely #degree #detail #difference

Today we have big, crude instruments guided by intelligent surgeons, and we have little, stupid molecules of drugs that get dumped into the body, diffuse around and interfere with things as best they can. At present, medicine is unable to heal anything. ↗

— K. Eric Drexler

#around #best #big #body #crude

Poetry being the sign of that which all men desire, even though the desire be unconscious, intensity of life or completeness of experience, the universality of its appeal is a matter of course. ↗

— John Drinkwater

#being #completeness #course #desire #even

So it is in poetry. All we ask is that the mood recorded shall impress us as having been of the kind that exhausts the imaginative capacity; if it fails to do this the failure will announce itself either in prose or in insignificant verse. ↗

— John Drinkwater

#ask #been #capacity #either #exhausts

Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush". ↗

— Craig Thompson

#blankets #love #novel #beauty