#opt

A knock down has never been a knockout unless you allow it. ↗

— Jaachynma N.E. Agu

#agu #be-different #chiyson #greater-glory #higher-life

If the bombs go off the sun will still be shining, because I've heard it said that every mushroom cloud has a silver lining. ↗

— Adam Young Owl City Cave In

#inspirational #life #optimism #song-lyrics #tragedy

There were two types of survivors in life: those, like her, who found the requisite strength in having once been loved with great intensity; and those who, having not been loved, learned to thrive on hatred, suspicion, and the meager rewards of revenge. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#love #orphans #strength-of-character #survivors #life

I was saying yes because when you're in love, the world is full of possibilities, and when you're in love, you want to take every single one of them. ↗

— Danny Wallace

#optimism #love

A cold word from a cold man sends shivers throughout my body but my heart remains warm ↗

— Sonya Watson

#new-love #optimism #love

Adoption is a redemptive response to tragedy that happens in this broken world. ↗

— Katie J. Davis

#unplanned-pregnancy #love

And even though I adore the fact that Francesca has Ben's eyes, I also see now that her biological connection to us is irrelevant. She is her own little person. She is Francesca. If we weren't her "natural" parents, we would still have loved her just as much. ↗

— Liane Moriarty

#child #love

Fifteen-year-old girls produce children with sixteen-year-old boys in the backseat of cars and in the stairwells of apartment buildings. Why can't two loving adults who have contemplated parenthood and are prepared to offer love, patience, and devotion come up with enough chromosomal matter to stick together and create a child? ↗

— Scott Simon

#gay-parents #parenting #love

What kind of woman was she? What kind of woman was it who called to me from that calamity on the Seventh Avenue line? What kind of woman do I love now, with a fealty that will not cease, not till my occluded arteries send their clots up to the spongy interiors in my skull and I go mute and slack? I love the kind of woman whose hair has gone gray in a not terribly flattering way, the kind who doesn't even notice how she has to keeps having to buy larger jeans, the kind who likes big cars because she doesn't like to be uncomfortable. I love this woman because she is gifted with astounding premonitory skills: no matter how uncertain, how despondent, how lost her mate feels, no matter how dire the circumstances, she nonetheless predicts that Everything will be roses. ↗

— Rick Moody

#optimism #positivity #women #love

Author describes one character's optimism as, that quiet well-being which perhaps you and I have felt on a sunny afternoon when, in our brightest youth and health, life has opened a new vista for us, and long to-morrows of activity have stretched before us like a lovely plain which there was no need for hurrying to look at, because it was all our own. ↗

— George Eliot

#potential #youth #love