#loom

He who is false to the present duty breaks a thread in the loom, and you will see the effect when the weaving of a life-time is unraveled. ↗

— William Ellery Channing

#duty #effect #false #life-time #loom

You find yourself refreshed in the presence of cheerful people. Why not make an honest effort to confer that pleasure on others? Half the battle is gained if you never allow yourself to say anything gloomy. ↗

— Lydia M. Child

#anything #battle #cheerful #confer #effort

There's so much light in Broughty Ferry. I think the humour in Glasgow is darker, because it's much more gloomy, there's a perpetual misery there. ↗

— Brian Cox

#darker #ferry #glasgow #gloomy #humour

'Late bloomer' is another way of saying 'slow learner.' ↗

— Ben Fountain

#another way #bloomer #late #late bloomer #learner

If books were Persian carpets, one would not look only at the outer side. because it is the stitch that makes a carpet wear, gives it its life and bloom. ↗

— Rumer Godden

#bloom #books #carpet #gives #life

As long as we are persistence in our pursuit of our deepest destiny, we will continue to grow. We cannot choose the day or time when we will fully bloom. It happens in its own time. ↗

— Denis Waitley

#cannot #choose #continue #day #deepest

Talking doom and gloom all day no longer fit who I was as a person. ↗

— Daryn Kagan

#day #doom #fit #gloom #i

Being a late bloomer, I really didn't have any interest in children until my late 30s, but I'm so happy I didn't go through life without that experience. ↗

— Stacy Keach

#being #bloomer #children #experience #go

Roses and thorns are parts of the same plant. Somehow though, some people are concerned mainly about the roses. The rose is not on the plant for more than a week, but the thorns are there forever. Roses are teaching that the beauty of life will bloom, once you have taught yourself the lessons given by living with the thorns. ↗

— Grigoris Deoudis

#bloom #lesson #life #people #plant

What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a concentration of blooming scent. The world is somnolent and cool, in a temporary reprieve from the normal heat and radiance. But the sensation of illusion is strong. Because the sun can break through the clouds at any moment . . . What a soft thoughtful time. In this illusory gloom, like a night-blooming flower, let your imagination bloom in a riot of color. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#bloom #blooming #cloud #clouds #cloudy