#kindle

As we admit our inadequacy to run the race alone and accept God's gracious redemption, then the race begins to have meaning, validity, and most of all, freedom. ↗

— Cynthia Heald

#freedom

It has been observed that "none are free indeed but those whom Christ makes free. ↗

— Cynthia Heald

#freedom

American soldiers were dying in frigid Korea. One of our greatest generals told us that the president and his team were not trying to win. And some strident voices were saying that that was because they didn't want to win, ↗

— William J. Bennett

#freedom

everyone that day, and in the months that followed, that Patty’s greatest warming influence was on Walter himself. Now, instead of speeding by his neighbors in his angry Prius, he stopped to lower his window and say hello. On weekends, he brought Patty over to the patch of clear ice that the neighborhood kids maintained ↗

— Jonathan Franzen

#freedom

need to let go of the need to be in control. ↗

— Charlene Li

#leadership

this process isn’t suitable for complex decisions that have nuance, and those who use it in such situations run the risk of being perceived as rubberstamping when the decision had already been made. ↗

— Charlene Li

#leadership

The entire point of life is to find ways to get others to do your work for you. Don’t you know anything about basic economics? ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#life

Because it is in our heart that we first hear the voice of God and it is in the heart that we come to know him and learn to live in his love. So you can see that to lose heart is to lose everything. ↗

— Brent Curtis

#love

They’re both bungholes who think they’re too noble to shit, ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#kindlehighlight

He fell in love with a skinny stray cat that would skulk around the dining hall during meals. Every day, Jake would offer it sausage or egg from breakfast and pepperoni or hamburger from lunch. Every day, it ran away from him. But Jake didn’t give up. Even when he had the stomach flu, he snuck out of the infirmary to try to feed it. He was not going to let it down. He would watch it from classroom windows. He even made up a poem about it that he sent home to his mother in a letter. Three months later, the little cat was finally hungry enough to trust him. It never occurred to Jake that the cat... ↗

— Sarah Addison Allen

#love