#jo

Even the juncture in history and the zeitgeist we live in is something we choose, setting the scene for the spiritual fodder we need to grow and achieve deeper elevation of our souls. ↗

— Raquel Cepeda

#deeper-elevation #elevation #freedom-of-choice #history #journey

Life is a bloody joke that can only be repaid with another joke ↗

— Alvaro do Carvalhal

#joke #life #life

Count your blessings, discount you’re loses ↗

— John Paul Warren

#john-paul-warren #leadership #pastor-john-paul-warren #sozo-life #leadership

Sherman Reilly Duffy of the pre-World War I CHICAGO DAILY JOURNAL once told a cub reporter, 'Socially, a journalist fits in somewhere between a whore and a bartender. But spiritually he stands beside Galileo. He knows the world is round.' Well, socially I fit in just fine between the whore and the bartender. Both are close friends. And I knew the world was round. Yet, as time went by I found myself confronted with the ugly suspicion that the world was, after all, flat and that there were things dark and terrible waiting just over the edge to reach out and snatch life from the unlucky, unwary wanderer. ↗

— Jeff Rice

#journalism #kolchak #press #reporter #truth

Sometimes When You Are Serious, People Thought You Were Joking, But Sometimes When You Are Joking, People Thought You Were Serious ↗

— Harry Toh Jun Shen

#life #sad #serious #life

Fred dislikes the idea going into the ministry partly because he doesn't like "feeling obligated to look serious", and he centers his doubts on "what people expect of a clergyman". ↗

— George Eliot

#ministry #popularity #life

Be happy, but never satisfied ↗

— Abdul Ghafoor Memon

#life

Life was never meant to be serious, it was meant to be a joy. ↗

— Steven Redhead

#life #meant #serious #life

The tension drained from her face and she softened in his hold until she was again the fluid, responsive woman who had kissed him within an inch of his life. This time he knew better than to restrain her when she slipped from the bed. He bit back an appeal for her to stay with him. If his life depended on it, he couldn’t say whether he wanted her to stay an hour, a day, or forever. ↗

— Anna Campbell

#jonas #seven-nights #sidonie #life

O world! O life! O time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime? No more -- Oh, never more! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight; Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight No more -- Oh, never more! ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#poetry #sadness #time #life