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Smile at the Fates and you will feel less their Slave. ↗

— Denise Sevier Fries

#children #destiny #family #fate #fates

I pause to catch my breath, looking around at all the toys he's paid for and never once enjoyed with his son. ↗

— Nicola Kraus

#family

Be it a house, be it a car or be it a little motorbike, there is always a place for the family! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#family

My music teacher offered twittering madrigals and something about how, in Italy, in Italy, the oranges hang on the tree. He treated me - the humiliation of it - as a soprano. These, by contrast, are the six elements of a Sacred Harp alto: rage, darkness, motherhood, earth, malice, and sex. Once you feel it, you can always do it. You know where to go for it, though it will cost you. ↗

— Mary Rose O'Reilley

#darkness #earth #evil #fasola #malice

My conscience is crosswired with my sweat glands, but there's a short in the system and I break out over things I didn't do, which only makes me look more suspect. ↗

— David Sedaris

#guilt #sweat #family

When we think of our family, our spouse, parents, or children, let us see them as a gift from God. ↗

— Dillon Burroughs

#family

I came running down the stairs that morning, like it was Christmas. My parents were already up. In my family, presents never waited; they were there upon waking. Our family has a problem with what they called delayed gratification. We want what we want when we want it, and we always want it now. ↗

— Neal Shusterman

#ennui #spoiled #want #wealth #family

My life was a wreck. I had nothing, no material possessions, unless debts counts. Fourteen pairs of shoes that were too small for me was all I had to show after a lifetime of profligate spending. I hadn’t a job. I hadn’t any qualifications. I’d achieved nothing with my life. I’d never been happy. I had no husband or boyfriend. ↗

— Marian Keyes

#sadness #self-esteem #family

That evening he plays with the children, cleans the hamster's cage with them, gets them into their pyjamas, and reads to them three times over, once together, then to Jake on his own, then to Naomi. It is at times like these that his life makes sense. How soothing it is, the scent of clean bedlinen and minty toothpaste breath, and his children's eagerness to hear the adventures of imaginary beings, and how touching, to watch the children's eyes grow heavy as they struggle to hang on to the priceless last minutes of their day, and finally fail. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#children #family #fatherhood #family

In order to fix it, you need a passionate anger about something that doesn't work well. ↗

— James Dyson

#engineering-and-design #life #anger