#of

A cooperative spirit enjoys a better harvest. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#cooperation-and-attitude #enjoy #harvest #human #humanity

Circumstance points to deeper meaning. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#circumstances-and-attitude #deeper #meaning #meaning-of-life #attitude

Sometimes people offer you plays, they offer you parts, but they only offer it because I'm famous. ↗

— Chris Rock

#famous #i #offer #only #parts

I ran spotlight. Swept up. Did box office. Ran the lighting board. But acting was the most fun. ↗

— Tim Robbins

#board #box #box office #did #fun

I quickly, swiftly, reach in, pluck out, and peer into the mirror. 'I am still here.' I am in the glass, in this moment. After this moment, I may not be here; I may be a person who does not know where she is, or why. I leave the kitchen table to bathe, and to dress for church. If only my closet held on its shelves an array of faces I could wear rather than dresses, I would know which face to put on today. As for the dresses, I haven't a clue. ↗

— Tim Cummings

#afterlife #astrology #brothers #children-of-celebrities #class-struggle

The illusion of the seventh veil was the illusion that you could get somebody else to do it for you. To think for you. To hang on your cross. The priest, the rabbi, the imam, the swami, the philosophical novelist were traffic cops, at best. They might direct you through a busy intersection, but they wouldn't follow you home and park your car. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#business

Love is a cheap word. Anyone can say it, and few truly know what it means. ↗

— Julianna Scott

#meaning #meaning-of-love #love

I love my mom so much. I don't care if that's corny to say. I think on my next birthday, I'm going to buy her a present. I think that should be a tradition. The kid gets gifts from everybody, and he buys one present for his mom since she was there, too. It think that would be nice. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#love

I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#arbell #bound #break #breath #breeze

Your lips are so soft and girly. I really must know what you use on them. ↗

— Leia Shaw

#for-the-love-of-harmony #leia-shaw #love