#is

The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#mystery #true #visible #world

I think journalism gets measured by the quality of information it presents, not the drama or the pyrotechnics associated with us. ↗

— Bob Woodward

#drama #gets #i #i think #information

Nixon's grand mistake was his failure to understand that Americans are forgiving, and if he had admitted error early and apologized to the country, he would have escaped. ↗

— Bob Woodward

#apologized #country #early #error #escaped

Not a season passes without new disclosures showing Nixon's numerous attempts at criminal use of his presidential powers and in fact the scorn he held for the rule of law. ↗

— Bob Woodward

#criminal #disclosures #fact #held #his

There can be no two opinions as to what a highbrow is. He is the man or woman of thoroughbred intelligence who rides his mind at a gallop across country in pursuit of an idea. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#country #cross country #gallop #highbrow #his

About the twenty-third year of my age, I had many fresh and heavenly openings, in respect to the care and providence of the Almighty over his creatures in general, and over man as the most noble amongst those which are visible. ↗

— John Woolman

#age #almighty #amongst #care #creatures

A feeling struck me one fine day that people call ‘love’, Before that my life was empty, all I had was loneliness and sorrow… I loved the way it felt being with him, for I felt up above, Now everything was complete and nothing remained hollow… That person who cupid made me fall for, was a God descended from heavens, I loved him with all I had, a true heart and a pure soul… I thought I achieved the meaning of life, never did I felt so glad, But when he left me amidst a chaos, I had no one with me to console… I cried, it hurt, I wept and screamed, everyone called me ‘mad’, And still I wonder if in my life, that actually was his role… But a string still binds me to my past of untold vow, Some unsaid promises that linger between us even now, Although I don’t know where he went after that fateful day… I still try to convince myself every day, I know how, Each moment has been tough, each day a new challenge… Each hour passed as if it was my heart that always allowed, One more day to live without him, one more day to cherish… One more day to spend without the love of my life somehow, But he doesn’t know that one day, the girl herself would perish… Who loved him and lived each day of her life in his wait, For the man who never returned, for the man who wasn’t in her fate… ↗

— Mehek Bassi

#breakups #destiny #expectations #fate #forget

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#away #behind #leaves #less #mind

People like my voice and say I can sing, but I don't like microphones in front of my face: it distracts me. ↗

— Bernie Worrell

#face #front #i #i can #like

Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind. Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation. Suddenly, you know you are alive. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#alive #breeze #crisp #drunk #drunken