#kindlehighlight

We begin to resemble what we focus on. If we devote our lives to our jobs, then we mentally take the office to our daughter’s lacrosse game. ↗

— Paul Miller

#love

Surely God loves to get out of church buildings and go visit people where they hunger for reality. ↗

— Dylan Morrison

#love

I was always amused by the prayers of the saintly. “God do this, God don’t do that.” I thought God probably laughed at them too, unless He was a little annoyed by their temerity. ↗

— Jean Plaidy

#love

It is a capital mistake to theorise before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts. ↗

— Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

#capitalism

Looking back, I question whether I really loved Nate, or just the security of our relationship. I wonder if my feelings for him didn’t have a lot to do with hating my job. From the bar exam through that first hellish year as an associate, Nate was my escape. And sometimes that can feel an awful lot like love. ↗

— Emily Giffin

#love

and like most people who have spent much of their adult life being emotionally dishonest, I overcalculated the sympathy a final being honest would bring ↗

— John Fowles

#life

We take creative license with the fictional narratives that become our memories. Anthologized, these are the tales that become the story of your life. ↗

— Danielle Ganek

#life

I felt no shame in these activities, because I understood what almost no one else seemed to grasp: that there was only an infinitesimal difference, a difference so small that it barely existed except as a figment of the human imagination, between working in a tall green glass building on Park Avenue and collecting litter in a park. In fact, there may have been no difference at all. ↗

— Jennifer Egan

#imagination

We’re miserable because we think that we are mere individuals, alone with our fears and flaws and resentments and mortality. We wrongly believe that our limited little egos constitute our whole entire nature. We have failed to recognize our deeper divine character. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#love

We hand the meat over to Greasy Sae in the kitchen. She likes District 13 well enough, even though she thinks the cooks are somewhat lacking in imagination. But a woman who came up with a palatable wild dog and rhubarb stew is bound to feel as if her hands are tied here. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#imagination