#more

B.O.Y. means ‘Beware of You’… Be aware of your power. We have the choice to live positively or in our own destruction. ↗

— Hayley Williams

#paramore #inspirational

It takes more drawing to tell a story in pantomime. ↗

— Jim Woodring

#more #pantomime #story #takes #tell

I don't say tis impossible for an impudent man not to rise in the world, but a moderate merit with a large share of impudence is more probable to be advanced than the greatest qualifications without it. ↗

— Mary Wortley

#greatest #i #impossible #impudence #impudent

Fuel cell vehicles run on clean-burning hydrogen and are three times more efficient than the traditional combustible engine. ↗

— Albert Wynn

#combustible #efficient #engine #fuel #fuel cell

For what the horse does under compulsion, as Simon also observes, is done without understanding; and there is no beauty in it either, any more than if one should whip and spur a dancer. ↗

— Xenophon

#any #beauty #compulsion #dancer #does

Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it, For that your self ye daily such doe see: But the trew fayre, that is the gentle wit, And vertuous mind, is much more praysd of me. For all the rest, how ever fayre it be, Shall turne to nought and loose that glorious hew: But onely that is permanent and free From frayle corruption, that doth flesh ensew. That is true beautie: that doth argue you To be divine and borne of heavenly seed: Deriv'd from that fayre Spirit, from whom al true And perfect beauty did at first proceed. He onely fayre, and what he fayre hath made, All other fayre lyke flowres untymely fade. ↗

— Edmund Spenser

#british-literature #edmund-spenser #poetry #sonnet #beauty

Why did you marry Dad, Mom?" My mother sniffled through her nose, looked at me, then smiled. "I wanted something more and he was it. We both had big dreams." "That must have taken a lot of courage," I said. "To marry Dad. He was so different from you." "It was hardly courageous. It was just the only thing to do. We were in love. ↗

— Margaret McMullan

#courage #different #he-was-it #love #marry

He knows different now. It's the living that chase the dead. The long bones and skulls are tumbled from their shrouds, and words like stones thrust into their rattling mouths: we edit their writings, we rewrite their lives. Thomas More had spread the rumor that Little Bilney, chained to the stake, had recanted as the fire was set. It wasn't enough for him to take Bilney's life away; he had to take his death too. ↗

— Hilary Mantel

#ghosts #history #thomas-cromwell #thomas-more #death

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time. ↗

— W.H. Auden

#love #poetry #skies #sky #stars

Yeah, well, I tried to explain that my mind powers don’t work on Tuesdays,” - Varen ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#nevermore #mind-power