#old

Who says you cannot hold the moon in your hand? Tonight when the stars come out and the moon rises in the velvet sky, look outside your window, then raise your hand and position your fingers around the disk of light. There you go . . . That was easy! ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#aim-high #attaining #disk #goal #goals

Want to keep Christ in Christmas? Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, forgive the guilty, welcome the unwanted, care for the ill, love your enemies, and do unto others as you would have done unto you. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#christ #christianity #christmas #clothe #enemies

As I grow older, much older, I will experience many things, and I will hit rock bottom again and again. Again and again I will suffer; again and again I will get back on my feet. I will not be defeated. I won't let my spirit be destroyed. ↗

— Banana Yoshimoto

#destroyed #older #spirit #suffer #experience

Everything has its limit - iron ore cannot be educated into gold. ↗

— Mark Twain

#educated #everything #gold #into #iron

I just want to be told a story, and I want to believe I'm living that story, and I don't give a thought to influences or method or any other writerly concerns. ↗

— Anne Tyler

#believe #concerns #give #i #influences

He was wide-eyed as he spoke. “He says you are a nut and I am a nut. ↗

— Karina Halle

#humor #old-blood #pippa #experience

Beer has that Olympic medal color,” Rot replied, “but does it have a winning taste? I’d hardly call silver a champion flavor. No, I’ll stick to my red wine.”
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— Jarod Kintz

#drink #drinking #funny #gold #humor

Personally, I'd rather grow old alone than in the company of anyone I've met so far. I don't experience myself as lonely, incomplete, or unfulfilled, but I don't talk about that much. It seems to piss people off--especially men. (Kinsey Millhone) ↗

— Sue Grafton

#independent-women #men-and-women #other-people #single-women #solitude

That's a nice song,' said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time. It's an old soldiers' song,' he said. Really, sarge? But it's about angels.' Yes, thought Vimes, and it's amazing what bits those angels cause to rise up as the song progresses. It's a real soldiers' song: sentimental, with dirty bits. As I recall, they used to sing it after battles,’ he said. 'I've seen old men cry when they sing it,’ he added. Why? It sounds cheerful.' They were remembering who they were not singing it with, thought Vimes. You'll learn. I know you will. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#comrades #death #singing #soldiers #death