#lent

I would have to say I was an excellent student. I was the type to always do my homework and study when I needed to. I never really partied or did anything like that. ↗

— Tia Mowry

#anything #did #excellent #homework #i

Nevertheless the passions, whether violent or not, should never be so expressed as to reach the point of causing disgust; and music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music. ↗

— Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

#causing #charm #disgust #ear #even

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. ↗

— John Muir

#bowing #branches #cease #ear #enthusiasm

The elegance and the quality - the talent is always in the literature. I start with the word and I base everything on that. It doesn't make any difference to me. ↗

— Kate Mulgrew

#any #base #difference #elegance #everything

When I'm actually assembling a scene, I assemble it as a silent movie. Even if it's a dialog scene, I lip read what people are saying. ↗

— Walter Murch

#assemble #assembling #dialog #even #i

Human would addicted to talented story tellers dreamy world ↗

— Irak Ibrahim

#talent #dreams

One of the things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water. Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#save #share #talent #use-or-lose #life

All my life I have lived within the very hours of the hands of love. ↗

— Valentinno

#love #romance #valentinno #life

My honey child, them housing projects Cannot contain her multitudes A sunbeam, hard upon her Just a fly strugglin’ through her braid loops Watch me prove to ‘em I’m more than nothin’ But a ragamuffin with homesick eyes Yes, when it gets to be the same old thing Shorty you ought to come and see about me My love, she is a drummer Than industrial steel, her backbone tougher The eloping night and the honey moon that trails Just dirt ‘neath her finger nails I’ll be down on them crossroads ‘Til daybreak winks a bright eye And if it gets to be the same old thing Shorty you ought to come and see about me She’s heard all the right things And they did not persuade her She has no use for your words What she wants is your labor ‘Cause when gringos speak of minorities They tend to keep their voices low Ah, but when that gets to be the same old thing Shorty you ought to come and see about me ↗

— Valentine Xavier

#bravado #love #poverty #station #valentine-xavier-bronzeville

That is what is marvelous about school, she realized: when you are in school, your talents are without number, and your promise is boundless. You ace a math test: you will one day work for NASA. The choir director asks you to sing a solo at the holiday concert: you are the next Mariah Carey. You score a goal, you win a poetry contest, you act in a play. And you are everything at once: actor, astronomer, gymnast, star. But at a certain point, you begin to feel your talents dropping away, like feathers from a molting bird. Cello lessons conflict with soccer practice. There aren't enough spots on the debating team. Calculus remains elusive. Until the day you realize that you cannot think of a single thing you are wonderful at. ↗

— Sarah Shun-lien Bynum

#school #talents #math