#ness

Because this business of becoming conscious, of being a writer, is ultimately about asking yourself, How alive am I willing to be? ↗

— Anne Lamott

#business

[...] every time he forces himself to think before acting, it's her voice in his head telling him to slow down. He wants to tell her, but she's always so busy in the medical jet—and you don't just go to somebody and say, "I'm a better person because you're in my head. ↗

— Neal Shusterman

#risa #unwind #business

Too many people miss out on real love because they're too busy waiting for the ONE to show up ↗

— Alexandra Potter

#life-lessons #love #business

This belonged to my sister-in-law," Prometheus explained. "Pandora." A lump formed in my throat. "As in Pandora's box?" Prometheus shook his head. "I don't know how this box business got started. It was never a box. It was a pithos, a storage jar. I suppose Pandora's pithos doesn't have the same ring to it. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#percy-jackson #prometheus #business

Those guys who want to have the Mohawk...which, to me, is the new business casual. ↗

— Gerard Way

#humor #life #music #business

I like video games, but they're really violent. I'd like to play a video game where you help the people who were shot in all the other games. It'd be called 'Really Busy Hospital. ↗

— Demetri Martin

#demetri-martin #funny #games #helping-others #humor

Without commitment, you cannot have depth in anything, whether it's a relationship, a business or a hobby. ↗

— Neil Strauss

#business

Forgiving is not about forgetting, it's letting go of the hurt ↗

— Mary McLeod Bethune

#forgiveness

I think it is unnatural to think that there is such a thing as a blue-sky, white-clouded happy childhood for anybody. Childhood is a very, very tricky business of surviving it. Because if one thing goes wrong or anything goes wrong, and usually something goes wrong, then you are compromised as a human being. You're going to trip over that for a good part of your life. ↗

— Maurice Sendak

#business

I kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears. The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#erotica-romance #eva-tramell #gideon-cross #romance-novels #business