#life

We will never known what opportunities we may have missed in life by showing up tight-fisted. It is hard to receive anything if we don't open our hands to give. ↗

— Bruna Martinuzzi

#generosit #mensch #life

But what Liberty would remember best was the feel of his own small hand gathered in the warm, comforting grip of the man, those times alone when all of Thatcher’s potent attention was concentrated on his son, as something inside Liberty always insisted, occasionally to contrary evidence that it should be, their trips together, their talks, the information about the sorry state of the world Thatcher shared reluctantly, almost sadly, with his son and heir out of a conviction that I do not enjoy having to tell you these things, but it is important you hear this news, no matter how distasteful, because, unfortunately, it is the truth, whereas it is lies and the promulgation of lies that will make you and the people in your life sick. ↗

— Stephen Wright

#life

My love life couldn't be more nonexistent if Julius was all all-girls' boarding school with a moat full of alligators around it. ↗

— Flynn Meaney

#love #romance #teen #teenage-love #ya

A patient man gets all that he waits for. ↗

— William T. LeDent

#life

Who are you if nobody knows your story? ↗

— Thisuri Wanniarachchi

#life #life-lessons-value-of-life-truth #living #soul #south-asia

Starfall in the sky as a result of anybody’s Fall here below? ↗

— Lara Biyuts

#fall #heaven #life #sin #stars

Ahora miraba el mundo como algo remoto, con lo que yo no tenía nada que ver y de lo que nada esperaba, y de hecho nada deseaba: en pocas palabras, no tenía nada que ver con ese mundo, y difícilmente algún día tendría que ver algo con él; por tanto, pensé que así debía de verse después de la muerte. ↗

— Daniel Defoe

#philosophy-of-life #inspirational

Be in love with yr life ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#love #life

They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn... ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#life

He felt something trickle down his face and he wiped it away irritably. When he looked at the back of his hand, he found trails of red. He had never cried in his life; in fact, he could not cry with no tear ducts. But now, at last, he was. He was crying tears of blood. For her. ↗

— Phillip W. Simpson

#life