#l

... in qualsiasi attività nobile o denigrata c'è sempre spazio per una folgorazione di onnipotenza. ↗

— Muriel Barbery

#nobility

It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache. ↗

— Betty Smith

#motherhood #motherhood

The spirit of Christ is the spirit of missions. The nearer we get to Him, the more intensely missionary we become. ↗

— Henry Martyn

#church #jesus #missions #theology #theology

The Jews are a peculiar people: Things permitted to other nations are forbidden to the Jews. Other nations drive out thousands, even millions of people, and there is no refugee problem. Russia did it. Poland and Czechoslovakia did it.Turkey threw out a million Greeks and Algeria a million Frenchmen. Indonesia threw out heaven knows how many Chinese--and no one says a word about refugees. But in the case of Israel, the displaced Arabs have become eternal refugees. Everyone insists that Israel must take back every single Arab. Arnold Toynbee calls the displacement of the Arabs an atrocity greater than any committed by the Nazis. Other nations when victorious on the battlefield dictate peace terms. But when Israel is victorious it must sue for peace. Everyone expects the Jews to be the only real Christians in this world. ↗

— Eric Hoffer

#victory

I didn’t realize I was crying until it was time to say the blinding words. ‘I do,’ I managed to choke out in a nearly unintelligible whisper... When it was his turn to speak, the words rang clear and victorious. ‘I do,’ he vowed. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#victory

I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day. ↗

— Frank Sinatra

#all day #day #drink #feel #going

Who would want to be the prey in a world full of hunters? ~Disarming(Reign of Blood #2) ↗

— Alexia Purdy

#dystopia #mature-ya #post-apocalyptic #suspense #thriller

A Second Childhood.” When all my days are ending And I have no song to sing, I think that I shall not be too old To stare at everything; As I stared once at a nursery door Or a tall tree and a swing. Wherein God’s ponderous mercy hangs On all my sins and me, Because He does not take away The terror from the tree And stones still shine along the road That are and cannot be. Men grow too old for love, my love, Men grow too old for wine, But I shall not grow too old to see Unearthly daylight shine, Changing my chamber’s dust to snow Till I doubt if it be mine. Behold, the crowning mercies melt, The first surprises stay; And in my dross is dropped a gift For which I dare not pray: That a man grow used to grief and joy But not to night and day. Men grow too old for love, my love, Men grow too old for lies; But I shall not grow too old to see Enormous night arise, A cloud that is larger than the world And a monster made of eyes. Nor am I worthy to unloose The latchet of my shoe; Or shake the dust from off my feet Or the staff that bears me through On ground that is too good to last, Too solid to be true. Men grow too old to woo, my love, Men grow too old to wed; But I shall not grow too old to see Hung crazily overhead Incredible rafters when I wake And I find that I am not dead. A thrill of thunder in my hair: Though blackening clouds be plain, Still I am stung and startled By the first drop of the rain: Romance and pride and passion pass And these are what remain. Strange crawling carpets of the grass, Wide windows of the sky; So in this perilous grace of God With all my sins go I: And things grow new though I grow old, Though I grow old and die. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#death #joy #life #love #old

Dad was at his desk when I opened the door, doing what all British people do when they're freaked out: drinking tea. ↗

— Rachel Hawkins

#demonglass #rachel-hawkins #sophie #tea #drinking

One more drink and I'll be under the host. ↗

— Mae West

#drinking #drunkenness #drinking