#na

It is the great sadness of our species that we have not found a way to eliminate the conflict and to eliminate violence as a device to resolve our conflicts throughout the entire history of the human race. ↗

— Neale Donald Walsch

#conflicts #device #eliminate #entire #found

With that, I took a deep breath and leapt; spreading my arms, pretending I could fly . . . ↗

— Chelsie Shakespeare

#dreams #love #reincarnation #romance #soulmates

But really, it was reading that led me to writing. And in particular, reading the American classics like Twain who taught me at an early age that ordinary lives of ordinary people can be made into high art. ↗

— Russell Banks

#american #art #classics #early #early age

Bring wings to the weak and bring grace to the strong May all evil stumble as it flies in the world All the tribes comes and the mighty will crumble We must brave this night and have faith in love ↗

— Janelle Monáe

#justice #love #music #faith

Not since North Korean media declared Kim Jong-il to be the reincarnation of Kim Il Sung has there been such a blatant attempt to create a necrocracy, or perhaps mausolocracy, in which a living claimant assumes the fleshly mantle of the departed. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#death #exhumation #hugo-chavez #kim-il-sung #kim-jong-il

When has faith ever been about feelings? ↗

— Camy Tang

#faith #inspirational #spirituality #faith

Do not fear weakness. Lean on God who will be your strength through every dark storm. ↗

— Dana Arcuri

#god #hope #inspirational-quotes #faith

You drool when you sleep. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#drool #sleep

Desire is the key to motivation. It is the key to develop a healthy personality and a positive attitude towards oneself and others. ↗

— Amit Abraham

#desire #motivation #oneself #personality #attitude

Singing is my pleasure, but not in church, for the parson said the gargoyles must remain on the outside, not seek room in the choir stalls. So I sing inside the mountain of my flesh, and my voice is as slender as a reed and my voice has no lard in it. When I sing the dogs sit quiet and people who pass in the night stop their jabbering and discontent and think of other times, when they were happy. And I sing of other times, when I was happy, though I know that these are figments of my mind and nowhere I have been. But does it matter if the place cannot be mapped as long as I can still describe it? ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#attitude