#king

There are some places in life where you can only go alone. Embrace the beauty of your solo journey. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#aloneness #beauty #being-single #faith #flying-solo

Kools and Newports were for black people and lower-class whites. Camels were for procrastinators, those who wrote bad poetry, and those who put off writing bad poetry. Merits were for sex addicts, Salems were for alcoholics, and Mores were for people who considered themselves to be outrageous but really weren't. ↗

— David Sedaris

#smoking #stereotypes #humor

I’m not good at talking. Can’t I just nod my way through a conversation? It’s better than nodding off. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#conversation #conversations #humor #nod #nodding-off

Let them hear your voice so rarely that a simply-uttered word creates a hush of expectancy in the room. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#humility #opinions #richelle #richelle-goodrich #speaking

Writing is thinking. To write well is to think clearly. That's why it's so hard." (Interview with NEH chairman Bruce Cole, Humanities, July/Aug. 2002, Vol. 23/No. 4) ↗

— David McCullough

#creative-process #precision #thinking #thought #writing

A writer is not so much someone who has something to say as he is someone who has found a process that will bring about new things he would not have thought of if he had not started to say them. ↗

— William Edgar Stafford

#poetry #thinking #writing #writing-process

The first place where self-esteem begins its journey is within us. ↗

— Stephen Richards

#cosmic-ordering #law-of-attraction #mind-body-spirit #mind-power #money

He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#circling #dejan-stojanovic #escape #icy #literature

Call it professional interest. You see, Jessamine, love is a kind of poison; one of my favorite kinds, in fact. It infects the blood; it takes over the mind; it seizes dominion over the body. It amuses me to think of him pining for you. Aching for what he cannot have. The loneliness in his soul is festering like a wound. There is nothing I could do for him that is worse that what you have already done, my lovely. And I assure you, in his case there will be no cure. ↗

— Maryrose Wood

#love

It's 4:58 on Friday afternoon. Do you know where your margarita is? ↗

— Amy Neftzger

#drinking #friday #humor #humorous #margarita