#lon

No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat. ↗

— Lawrence Durrell

#being #go #into #long #rebel

You cannot be lonely if you like the person you're alone with. ↗

— Wayne Dyer

#cannot #like #lonely #person #you

Digital imaging has untied our hands with regards to technical limitations. We no longer have to be arbiters of technology; we get to participate in the interpretation of technology into creative content. ↗

— John Dykstra

#creative #digital #get #hands #imaging

As long as there is rape... there is not going to be any peace or justice or equality or freedom. You are not going to become what you want to become or who you want to become. You are not going to live in the world you want to live in. ↗

— Andrea Dworkin

#become #equality #freedom #going #justice

An actor's life is fairly lonely. ↗

— Melissa Leo

#fairly #life #lonely

Deficiency motivation doesn't work. It will lead to a life-long pursuit of try to fix me. Learn to appreciate what you have and where and who you are. ↗

— Wayne Dyer

#deficiency #fix #lead #learn #life-long

As long as you persecute people, you will actually throw up terrorism. ↗

— Antonia Fraser

#long #people #persecute #terrorism #throw

What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever. ↗

— Henry Van Dyke

#day #death #else #forever #found

As long as habit and routine dictate the pattern of living, new dimensions of the soul will not emerge. ↗

— Henry Van Dyke

#dimensions #emerge #habit #living #long

Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still! ↗

— William Wordsworth

#poetry #beauty