#life

I could draw Bloom County with my nose and pay my cleaning lady to write it, and I'd bet I wouldn't lose 10% of my papers over the next twenty years. Such is the nature of comic-strips. Once established, their half-life is usually more than nuclear waste. ↗

— Berkeley Breathed

#bloom #cleaning #could #county #draw

An authentic life is the most personal form of worship. Everyday life has become my prayer. ↗

— Sarah Ban Breathnach

#become #everyday #everyday life #form #life

Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again. ↗

— Sarah Ban Breathnach

#answered #come #dry #expect #hope

Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation. ↗

— Charlotte Bronte

#constructed #does #event #expectation #life

Don't be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life. ↗

— Bertolt Brecht

#death #inadequate #life #much

Well, there are all kinds of gutters. Life will supply you with gutters. ↗

— Jeff Bridges

#life #supply #well #will #you

People who say, “it is not my fault,” continuously fail. People who say, “I’ve done no wrong,” have not done enough right. People who say, “I am done!” are never done repeating the cycle. Even in the privacy of our own thoughts, we can’t sow lies and reap truth. ↗

— Katina Ferguson

#life-experience #life-lesson #life-lessons #experience

Each person's life is a story that is telling itself in the living. ↗

— William Throsby Bridges

#itself #life #life is a #living #person

I've already got my rent paid, and it's too late in my life for me to go around talking up stuff that I don't like or believe in. ↗

— Wilford Brimley

#around #believe #go #got #i

Once when I was a little child of six or so, I watched a spider spinning its web in a corner of the house. Before the spider had even finished its job, a mosquito flew right into the web and was trapped there. The spider didn't pay it any attention at first, but went on with what it was doing; only when it was finished did it creep over on its pointy toes and sting that poor mosquito to death. As I sat there on that wooden floor and watched Hatsumomo come reaching for me with her delicate fingers, I knew I was trapped in a web she had spun for me. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#nature #death