#in

Every person has a beautiful and sad story to share. Why stop at one story when you can roam the lives of another? ↗

— Evie Lynn Fritz

#beauty

Don't you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you're not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you've lived nearly half the time you have to live already? ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#the-present #life

I think Linux is a great thing, in the big picture. It's a great hacker's tool, and it has a lot of potential to become something more. ↗

— Jamie Zawinski

#big #big picture #great #great thing #hacker

Writing takes a combination of sophistication and innocence; it takes conscience, our belief that something is beautiful because it is right. ↗

— Anne Lamott

#innocence #writing #beauty

Oh, do you understand what I mean? Have you ever felt that about the Moon? Have you ever ached with the sheer beauty of it? ↗

— James Lusarde

#mystery #wonder #yearning #beauty

... even though it was beautiful and comfortable, and even though it was the world, it was also a little bit boring. No, wait. Maybe boring isn’t the right word. What’s the word I’m wanting here? Lonely. That’s it. It was a little bit lonely. ↗

— Catherine Ryan Hyde

#boring #comfortable #lonely #beauty

Beauty comes from the inside, beyond your fair skin. ↗

— mellyberry

#inspirational #beauty

We are wolves, which are wild dogs, and this is our place in the city. We are small and our house is small on our small urban street. We can see the city and the train line and it's beautiful in its own dangerous way. Dangerous because it's shared and taken and fought for. That's the best way I can put it, and thinking about it, when I walk past the tiny houses on our street, I wonder about the stories inside them. I wonder hard, because houses must have walls and rooftops for a reason. My only query is the windows. Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out? ↗

— Markus Zusak

#dangerous #houses #small #stories #windows

He looked around at the perfectly white world, felt the wet kisses of the snowflakes, pondered hidden meanings in the pale yellow streetlights that shone in a world so whitely asleep. "Beautiful," he whispered. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#meaning #beauty

These words of yours, devoid of Christ, devoid of Spirit, are colder than ice itself, so that they tarnish the beauty of your eloquence. Perhaps they were dragged out of you, poor fellow, by fear of the pontiffs and tyrants, lest you should seem altogether an atheist! ↗

— Martin Luther

#beauty