#mer

...I fear that some of us understand just enough about the gospel to feel guilty--guilty that we are not measuring up to some undefinable standard--but not enough about the Atonement to feel the peace and strength, the power and mercy it affords us. ↗

— Sheri Dew

#gospel #guilt #mercy #peace #religion

Josh: So, Toby, it’s election night. What do you say about a country that goes out of its way to protect even those citizens that try to destroy it? Toby: God bless America. ↗

— Aaron Sorkin

#democracy #freedom #west-wing #freedom

Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad? ↗

— Dodie Smith

#mist #summer #romantic

Love and kindness are the hammer and chisel that gently chip through barriers and long-held beliefs to reveal the magnificent soul contained within every human. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#belief #chisel #hammer #human #inspiration

A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity. ↗

— Franz Kafka

#writing #writer

Judging by the photograph it seemed like I hadn’t been there at all. As if it was my camera that had been on holiday, and not me. ↗

— Ida Løkås

#holiday #memories #photograph #photographer #photography

Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#song

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England. ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#cold #england #fog #seasons #summer

The seals stupidly dive off rocks into swirling black water, barking mindlessly. The zookeepers feed them dead fish. A crowd gathers around the tank, mostly adults, a few accompanied by children. On the seals' tank a plaque warns: COINS CAN KILL——IF SWALLOWED, COINS CAN LODGE IN AN ANIMAL'S STOMACH AND CAUSE ULCERS, INFECTIONS AND DEATH. DO NOT THROW COINS IN THE POOL. So what do I do? Toss a handful of change into the tank when none of the zookeepers are watching. It's not the seals I hate——it's the audience's enjoyment of them that bothers me. ↗

— Bret Easton Ellis

#bateman #patrick #psycho #seals #zoo

The first question she was asked was What do you do? as if that were enough to define you. Nobody ever asked you who you really were, because that changed. You might be a judge or a mother or a dreamer. You might be a loner or a visionary or a pessimist. You might be the victim, and you might be the bully. You could be the parent, and also the child. You might wond one day and heal the next. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#dreamer #question #victim #visionary #who-you-are