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Families start out, most of the time, with unconditional acceptance of one another. That acceptance starts in childhood and continues into adulthood. Somewhere in there, between childhood and adulthood, the ability to distinguish right versus wrong is born. ↗

— Bart Hopkins

#family #life #literature #morality #texas

Up from behind a sand dune close beside her rose the form of her enemy Bitterness. He did not come any nearer, having learned a little more prudence, and was not going to make her call for the Shepherd if he could avoid it, but simply stood and looked at her and laughed and laughed again, the bitterest sound that Much-Afraid had heard in all her life. ↗

— Hannah Hurnard

#life

Bad habits: easy to develop and hard to live with. Good habits: hard to develop and easy to live with. ↗

— Orrin Woodward

#life

Our works in stone, in paint, in print, are spared, some of them, for a few decades or a millennium or two, but everything must finally fall in war, or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash - the triumphs, the frauds, the treasures and the fakes. A fact of life: we're going to die. "Be of good heart," cry the dead artists out of the living past. "Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing." Maybe a man's name doesn't matter all that much. ↗

— Orson Welles

#f-for-fake #frauds #orson-welles #post-modernism #life

History tells creativity is a result of Soul song. ↗

— Aporva Kala

#life

The most important trip you will take in your life will usually be the most scariest. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#life-mission #life-purpose #relationships #spiritual-journeys #life

My life is flashing lights and pointing fingers and uninvited visitors. Inches away, humans flatten their little hands against the wall of glass that separates us. The glass says you are this and we are that and that is how it will always be. ↗

— Katherine Applegate

#humanity #life

The truth is that we live in a world that diminishes possibilities. ↗

— Lionel Suggs

#possibility #life

Pam was a struggling artist who made everyone's life difficult. She only wore black and after becoming acquainted with her I couldn't decide if this was a deliberate fashion choice or whether it was physically impossible for any color to escape from the gravitational pull of her dark and bitter personality. ↗

— Bob Smith

#black-clothing #humor #humor

From my own novel. Because in the City, you know there is nothing else, it is a place without roads, without real people, without life. Just an abandoned wreck; desolate; isolated; unloved. Somewhere you go when there is no more life inside of you, when you have no choice, no . . . desire, no personality. It’s a place where you go to die, and after you’re dead, your body is left to rot, and get blown by the wind into nothing, and there is no heaven, no hell, just earth and dust, and insects crawling over your bleached bones . . . it’s bliss. ↗

— Benjamin S. Farmer

#life