#light

No matter who you are, big or small, female or man, brave or not brave, you can still be empowered and feel strong. ↗

— Lights Poxlietner

#empowered #inspirational #lights-bokan #lights-poxleitner #strong

Sometimes, there is a lot of darkness in this world. As I see it, you have two choices. You can be a part of that darkness or you can be the light. Be the light. ↗

— Tom Giaquinto

#good #goodness #higher-power #human #humanity

...light overcomes darkenss. A tiny match can illuminate the darkest room. As long as there is some light somewhere in the universe, [darkness] can be defeated. ↗

— Dave Barry

#light #inspirational

The cactus thrives in the desert while the fern thrives in the wetland. The fool will try to plant them in the same flowerbox. The florist will sigh and add a wall divider and proper soil to both sides. The grandparent will move the flowerbox halfway out of the sun. The child will turn it around properly so that the fern is in the shade, and not the cactus. The moral of the story? Kids are smart. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#cactus #child #children #clever #desert

Lightning and thunder require time, the light of the stars requires time, deeds require time even after they are done, before they can be seen and heard. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#friedrich-nietzsche #lightning #madman #the-gay-science #thunder

It was just so in the American Revolution, in 1776, the first delicacy the men threw overboard in Boston harbor was the tea, woman's favorite beverage. The tobacco and whiskey, though heavily taxed, they clung to with the tenacity of the devil-fish. ↗

— Elizabeth Cady Stanton

#men

As we drew nearer we could see that the three men fishing seemed old and solemn-looking men. They sat on three chairs in the punt and watched intently their lines. And the red sunset threw a mystic light upon the waters and tinged with fire the towering woods and made a golden glory of the piled-up clouds. It was an hour of deep enchantment of ecstatic hope and longing. The little sail stood out against the purple sky the gloaming lay around us wrapping the world in rainbow shadows and behind us crept the night. We seemed like knights of some old legend sailing across some mystic lake into the unknown realm of twilight unto the great land of the sunset. We did not go into the realm of twilight we went slap into that punt where those three old men were fishing. We did not know what had happened at first because the sail shut out the view but from the nature of the language that rose up upon the evening air we gathered that we had come into the neighbourhood of human beings and that they were vexed and discontented. ↗

— Jerome K. Jerome

#punting #vexation #men

The true joy of a moonlit night is something we no longer understand. Only the men of old, when there were no lights, could understand the true joy of a moonlit night. ↗

— Yasunari Kawabata

#moonlight #night-sky #men

He had known several men who blew their heads off, and he had pondered it much. It seemed to him it was probably because they could not take enough happiness just from the sky and the moon to carry them over the low feelings that came to all men. ↗

— Larry McMurtry

#men

I had walked into that reading-room a happy, healthy man. I crawled out a decrepit wreck. ↗

— Jerome K. Jerome

#men