#lets

…”The Emersons who were at Florence, do you mean? No, I don’t suppose it will prove to be them. It is probably a long cry from them to friends of Mr. Vyse’s. Oh, Mrs. Honeychurch, the oddest people! The queerest people! For our part we liked them, didn’t we?” He appealed to Lucy. “There was a great scene over some violets. They picked violets and filled all the vases in the room of these very Miss Alans who have failed to come to Cissie Villa. Poor little ladies! So shocked and so pleased. It used to be one of Miss Catharine’s great stories. ‘My dear sister loves flowers,’ it began. They found the whole room a mass of blue — vases and jugs — and the story ends with ‘So ungentlemanly and yet so beautiful.’ It is all very difficult. Yes, I always connect those Florentine Emersons with violets.”… ↗

— E.M. Forster

#florence #flowers #italy #travel #violets

In my ballets, woman is first. Men are consorts. God made men to sing the praises of women. They are not equal to men: They are better. ↗

— George Balanchine

#better #equal #first #god #made

Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest. ↗

— Jean Paul

#farthest #go #like #men

We live in a country where John Lennon takes eight bullets, Yoko Ono is walking right beside him and not one hits her. Explain that to me! ↗

— Denis Leary

#bullets #country #eight #explain #her

Lets have faith that right makes might; and in that faith let us, to the end, dare to do our duty as we understand it. ↗

— Abraham Lincoln

#duty #end #faith #let us #lets

I realize we're not promised tomorrow. Believe me, I realize that. But if God blesses me and lets me stay, I love my life so much, it is such a good life. I am eager to throw myself at His feet, but I don't want to get on the first busload that is going. ↗

— Barbara Mandrell

#believe #blesses #eager #feet #first

Those who first oppose a good work, seize it and make it their own, when the cornerstone is laid and memorial tablets are erected. ↗

— Edgar Lee Masters

#erected #first #good #good work #laid

Standing on soil feels so much different than standing on city pavement; it lets you look inward and reflect and see who you really are, while you see a beautiful, unspoiled land as far as the eye can see. It allows your inner life to grow. ↗

— Ricardo Montalban

#as far as #beautiful #city #different #eye