#mo

But because things change. And friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#friendship #inspiration #life-lessons #move-on #change

The issue is whether the ultimate civil authority of the United States can tolerate actions in contempt of constitutional lines of authority. Any lessening of civil power over military power must inevitably lead away from democracy. ↗

— Harold Russell

#any #authority #away #civil #constitutional

The most effective instruments do have a vocal quality. ↗

— Robert Wyatt

#instruments #most #quality #vocal

People in small towns, much more than in cities, share a destiny. ↗

— Richard Russo

#destiny #more #much #people #share

We'll go back to the moon by not learning anything new. ↗

— Burt Rutan

#back #go #learning #moon #new

I seldom end up where I wanted to go, but almost always end up where I need to be. ↗

— Douglas Adams

#always #end #go #i #need

And the insidious thing is that people will either see a movie because it did well last weekend or won't see it because it didn't do well. ↗

— Meg Ryan

#did #either #insidious #last #movie

Obamacare comes to more than two thousand pages of rules, mandates, taxes, fees, and fines that have no place in a free country. ↗

— Paul Ryan

#country #fees #fines #free #free country

There’s a moment in everybody’s life when you’re hopeless, just hopeless with hope and trust. And then something happens, something too big to understand, and then everything changes ↗

— Will Donner

#everybody #happens #hope #hopeless #life

It is also true that memory sometimes comes to him as a voice. It is a voice that speaks inside him, and it is not necessarily his own. It speaks to him in the way a voice might tell stories to a child, and yet at times this voice makes fun of him, or calls him to attention, or curses him in no uncertain terms. At times it willfully distorts the story it is telling him, changing the facts to suit its whims, catering to the interests of drama rather than truth. Then he must speak to it in his own voice and tell it to stop, thus returning it to the silence it came from. At other times it sings to him. At still other times it whispers. And then there are the times it merely hums, or babbles, or cries out in pain. And even when it says nothing, he knows it is still there, and in the silence of this voice that says nothing, he waits for it to speak. ↗

— Paul Auster

#voice #change