#k

Fall. Stand. Learn. Adapt. ↗

— Mike Norton

#determination #fall #kindle #kindlehighlight #learn

Creative people are often found either disagreeable or intimidating by mediocrities. ↗

— Criss Jami

#creative #creativity #disagreeable #envy #intimidating

‎He often envied people who hadn't read his favourite books. They had such happiness before them. ↗

— Charles Finch

#envy

A man can never have too much red wine, too many books, or too much ammunition ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#wine

I believe that Marrakech ought to be earned as a destination. The journey is the preparation for the experience. Reaching it too fast derides it, makes it a little less easy to understand. ↗

— Tahir Shah

#marrakech #travel #experience

I play by the rules even when there aren’t any. ↗

— Stacy Kramer

#obedient #rules #obedience

I couldn't get to sleep. The book lay nearby. A thin object on the divan. So strange. Between two cardboard covers were noises, doors, howls, horses, people. All side by side, pressed tightly against one another. Boiled down to little black marks. Hair, eyes, voices, nails, legs, knocks on doors, walls, blood, beards, the sound of horseshoes, shouts. All docile, blindly obedient to the little black marks. The letters run in mad haste, now here, now there. The a's, f's, y's, k's all run. They gather together to create a horse or a hailstorm. They run again. Now they create a dagger, a night, a murder. Then streets, slamming doors, silence. Running and running. Never stopping. ↗

— Ismail Kadaré

#reading #obedience

Fear is an insidious and deadly thing. It can warp judgment, freeze reflexes, breed mistakes. Worse, it's contagious. ↗

— Jimmy Stewart

#jimmy-stewart #mistakes #judgment

It wasn't you're fault," I whisper. And then out of self-protection more than anything else, I bring the glory. I don't warn him or anything. I don't damp it down. I bring it. The room fills with light. "This is what I am," I say, my hair ablaze around my head. He squints at me. his jaw juts out a little in pure stubbornness. He stands his ground "I know," he says. I take a step towards him, close the space between us, put my glowing hand against his cheek. He starts to tremble. "This is what I am," I say again and my wings are out now. His knees wobble, but he fights it. He puts his hand at my waist, turns me, pulls me closer, which surprises me. "I can accept that," he whispers, and holds his breath, and leans in to kiss me His lips brush mine for an instant, and an emotion like victory tears through him, but he pulls away and glances at the front door. Groans. Christian is standing in the doorway. "Wow," Tucker says, trying to grin. "You really know how to cramp a guy's style." His legs give out. He falls to his knees. My light blinks off. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#clara-gardner #tucker-avery #victory

The unthankful heart discovers no mercies; but the thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#gratitude #thankful #blessings