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I am not young enough to know everything. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#enough #everything #i #i am #know

Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears. ↗

— John Lennon

#timelessness #wisdom #age

My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the heck she is. ↗

— Ellen DeGeneres

#exercise #family #grandmothers #grandparents #humor

It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies. ↗

— Sylvia Townsend Warner

#death-and-dying #age

I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting ↗

— William Shakespeare

#act- #age

There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#name-of-the-wind #patrick-rothfuss #wisdom #anger

A fight is going on inside me," said an old man to his son. "It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is evil. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other wolf is good. he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you." The son thought about it for a minute and then asked, "Which wolf will win?" The old man replied simply, "The one you feed. ↗

— Wendy Mass

#anger

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#attitude #choice #imagination #inspiration #life

Everything you can imagine is real. ↗

— Pablo Picasso

#imagine #real #you

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#art #art