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I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart. If you'd wanted the narrative line you should have asked earlier, when I still knew everything and was more than willing to tell. That was before I discovered the virtues of scissors, the virtues of matches. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#life-and-living #life-lessons #writing-life #life

The POSITIVE THINKER sees the INVISIBLE, feels the INTANGIBLE, and achieves the IMPOSSIBLE. ↗

— Winston Churchill

#prime-minister #wisdom #life

Mindfulness is like that—it is the miracle which can call back in a flash our dispersed mind and restore it to wholeness so that we can live each minute of life. ↗

— Thích Nhất Hạnh

#mindfulness #life

Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom,' the good thief said from his cross. (Luke 23:42). There are perhaps no more human words in all of Scripture, no prayer we can pray so well. ↗

— Frederick Buechner

#life-lessons #life

A brick is a mode of transportation, for a bug going nowhere in life.
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #life

The sound of her breathing reminded me, as it so often did, of how vulnerable she was. And how vulnerable we were because of how much we loved her. The fear - that something could happen to her at any moment, something I'd be helpless to stop - had become so omnipresent in my life that I sometimes pictured it growing, like a third arm, out of the center of my chest. ↗

— Dennis Lehane

#life

That's what I learned. I learned I couldn't shed light on love other than to feel its comings and goings and be grateful. ↗

— Diane Keaton

#life #love #life

Worried, she looks to her left at the tall Tenshi master standing next to her. Jack Devon, her mentor and her friend. The boy who has saved her life countless times, who she admires more than anyone else even if he never understands how she can put up with him. Whose chocolate brown hair reminds her of what used to be home, whose eyes are the brightest of the blue marbles she played with as a kid, and whose smirk is what makes her smile. Jack Devon, her mentor and her friend. No, scratch that—he is her brother, and her best friend. He says nothing but his eyes mutter soft words of comfort. ↗

— Hannah Nikka Bryan

#best-friend #brothers #friend #gloria #jack

Still she wondered: did the present deliver up the future, or must you chase your destiny like a harpoonist? ↗

— Edith Pearlman

#future #life #life

Often, as she leafed through the sticky, plastic-coated pages, spotting herself with a frizzy perm or wearing a loud, printed blouse, she was struck by how long life was, and how much time had passed, and she wished she could go back and apologize to those closest to her, explain that she understood now. Impossible, and yet the urge to return and be a different person never lessened, grew only more acute. ↗

— Stewart O'Nan

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