#ills

I don't have to psych myself up, or do something special mentally - I look through the scope, get my target in the cross hairs, and kill my enemy, before he kills one of my people. ↗

— Chris Kyle

#cross #enemy #get #hairs #i

Our memories are independent of our wills. It is not so easy to forget. ↗

— Richard Sheridan

#forget #independent #memories #our #wills

In the late afternoons and early evenings, the crowd is easily over 1 million. That many people simply can't fit in Independence Square. The demonstration spills in to the streets for several blocks. ↗

— Bob Schaffer

#crowd #demonstration #early #easily #evenings

A pile of bills and statements - whether paid or not - is a sign that someone is clueless about what's coming in and going out. ↗

— Suze Orman

#bills #clueless #coming #going #out

The conscience of an artist worthy of the name is like an incurable disease which causes him endless torment but occasionally fills him with silent joy. ↗

— Georges Rouault

#causes #conscience #disease #endless #fills

It's a good thing you and your pills weren't around a few hundred years ago or there never would have been a Vermeer or a Caravaggio. You'd have drugged "Girl with a Pearl Earring" and "The Taking of Christ" right the hell out of them. ↗

— Jennifer Donnelly

#artists #pills #art

The mask of art is the means through which corruption is spread. The mask makes vice seem beautiful, turns squalor and nastiness into glamorous thrill, seduces the onlooker into the game – and leaves him or her with the corpse on his hands. ↗

— Jennifer Birkett

#corpse #corruption #mask #seduction #squalor

Successful people play the part of being successful consistently in all that they do. ↗

— Lorii Myers

#success #attitude

Once lay down the rule that the job comes first and you throw that job open to every individual, man or woman, fat or thin, tall or short, ugly or beautiful, who is able to do that job better than the rest of the world. ↗

— Dorothy L. Sayers

#career #discrimination #empowerment #equality #jobs

Birds and periodic blood. Old recapitulations. The fox, panting, fire-eyed, gone to earth in my chest. How beautiful we are, he and I, with our auburn pelts, our trails of blood, our miracle escapes, our whiplash panic flogging us on to new miracles! They’ve supplied us with pills for bleeding, pills for panic. Wash them down the sink. This is truth, then: dull needle groping for the spinal fluid, weak acid in the bottom of the cup, foreboding, foreboding. No one tells the truth about truth, that it’s what the fox sees from his scuffled burrow: dull-jawed, onrushing killer, being that inanely single-minded will have our skins at last. ↗

— Adrienne Rich

#pills #truth #beauty