#kindle

Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn’t talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#death

But here’s a critical point—more open decision making processes also typically require open information sharing. If you are going to involve more people in the process, they have to have the right information on which to base their decisions. ↗

— Charlene Li

#leadership

There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide... ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#education

We’re not completely happy here because we’re not supposed to be! Earth is not our final home; we were created for something much better. ↗

— Rick Warren

#life

People who work in offices are crazy, they create an environment they hate, write rules they want to break, cast each other in roles they despise. It’s like they’re sixth formers in an end of term drama acting out the agony of everything they fear most in their life but they forget to end the play. ↗

— Helen Smith

#life

little children never get frozen by their selfishness. Like the disciples, they come just as they are, totally self-absorbed. They seldom get it right. As parents or friends, we know all that. In fact, we are delighted (most of the time!) to find out what is on their little hearts. We don’t scold them for being self-absorbed or fearful. That is just who they are. ↗

— Paul Miller

#life

I wasn’t sure anymore what made a good marriage. There had to be love, of course, but there were so many different kinds of love. And clearly, some love was more enduring than others. ↗

— Janet Evanovich

#love

Grace is love that seeks you out even if you have nothing to give in return. Grace is being loved when you are or feel unlovable. Grace has the power to turn despair into hope. Grace listens, lifts up, cures, transforms, and heals. ↗

— Lindsey A. Holcomb

#love

Teach me how to fly, my beautiful butterfly. ↗

— Jay Bell

#beauty

I review my three boyfriends, the three men I slept with in my twenties, searching for a common thread. Nothing. No consistent features, coloring, stature, personality. But one theme does emerge: they all picked me. And then dumped me. I played the passive role. Waiting for Hunter and then settling for Joey. Waiting to feel more for Nate. Then waiting to feel less. Waiting for Alec to go away and leave me in peace. And now Dex. My number four. And I am still waiting. For all of this to blow over. For his September wedding. For someone who gives me that tingly feeling as I watch him sleeping in... ↗

— Emily Giffin

#men