#life

I love kids. I just love kids. They put you in a good mood and they are so full of life. ↗

— Carmen Electra

#good #good mood #i #i love #just

What makes life dreary is the want of a motive. ↗

— George Eliot

#life #makes #motive #want

Sarah is very strong. She's really intelligent and she's very physically capable. I like to put that into my own life as well. ↗

— Yvonne Strahovski

#i #intelligent #into #life #like

There is a very popular opinion that choosing life is inherently superior to choosing death. This belief that life is inherently preferable to death is one of the most widespread superstitions. This bias constitutes one of the most obstinate mythologies of the human species. ↗

— Mitchell Heisman

#life #myth #suicide #death

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. ↗

— George Eliot

#come #golden #gone #know #life

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons. ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#i #life #measured #my life #out

I appreciate all of the attention I get in my career. I am a loner and live a rather secluded life so sometimes I do get overwhelmed, but I am always very appreciative of everything, and honored. ↗

— Kim Elizabeth

#am #appreciate #appreciative #attention #career

The lessons from the peace process are clear; whatever life throws at us, our individual responses will be all the stronger for working together and sharing the load. ↗

— Queen Elizabeth II

#individual #lessons #life #load #our

I hope that tomorrow we can all, wherever we are, join in expressing our grief at Diana's loss, and gratitude for her all-too-short life. It is a chance to show to the whole world the British nation united in grief and respect. ↗

— Queen Elizabeth II

#chance #diana #expressing #gratitude #grief

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig-tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, I as sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#truths #death