#or

Photo is confined to borders by all side, but memory zeal out to extend happiness even to the darkest corner of your life. a good snapshot bring out colour in your life. ↗

— Manish Kathuria

#darkness #memory #photo #zeal #life

Be focused in what you do and what you say. There is much noise in the world to detrack you. ↗

— Moazzam Shaikh

#focus #life #world #life

When you enter the House of God, you leave your ego at the door and embrace purity as if your life depended on it. ↗

— Sufian Chaudhary

#house-of-god #life #purity #spiritual-books #spirituality

He plunged into the foliage, and was swept into a humid, wet world of towering trees, animal chirps and thick ferns. After a few steps, he turned, and could barely make out the village. He walked a few more steps. He could see nothing now except for the thick trees and long ferns and grasses that surrounded him. He was enveloped into the confined space between trees, surrounded by the jungle heat and staccato chirps. He turned in the direction of the village, but could only see thick, dense trees. Hoping his sense of direction had not been muddled, he turned back around to the direction of the alleged ocean, and kept walking. Now the calls he heard sounded more and more strange. How far had he walked by now? The jungle, or rain forest, whatever it was, did not relent, and he kept on weaving into narrow gaps between the sturdy ferns and towering trees, pressing onwards. This continued for a seemingly oppressive amount of time, and he began to doubt his decision. To come to this place. To take a chance with his life, which was going in the right direction. Why couldn’t he be happy with the normal and mundane, he cursed, scolding his own stubbornness ↗

— T.P. Grish

#drama #fiction #humor #humour #maldives-malady

Confession: I don't want to be one of my characters. I'm mean to them sometimes. Really mean. ↗

— Michelle M. Pillow

#character #michelle-pillow #quote #writing-life #writing-process

She was so plain. Would it kill you to wear skirts more, he had said to her. Would it really hurt you? He was thinking of how he would like to see her when she was alone with him. He knew she could dress when she had to, but this was what he was saying. He was saying something about their private life. He was saying something about his needs as a man. He imagines America’s anger at this. It would be the women, mainly. Their eager faces had watched: Amelia boarding the plane for her first transatlantic flight; Amelia waving to the crowd in the ticker tape parade; Amelia leaving luncheons and concert halls. Some had been housewives and some, girls with dreams of loops and spins and dives, of hugging the curvature of the earth through a thin sheet of aluminum. -- After Amelia ↗

— Meg Sefton

#fictional-character #short-stories #anger

MacKenzie started to look frightened and Valor looked like he was going to kill somebody if they didn't stop scaring his girlfriend. At the same time, Victor looked like he was ready to step in and take control of the situation. And if these suits decided to pull out some guns, I could see where they might end up as a set of life-sized garden gnomes. ↗

— Taylor Longford

#life

All the world's a stage, and most of us are desperately under-rehearsed. ↗

— Seán O'Casey

#humorous-look-at-life #life

The reason some portraits don't look true to life is that some people make no effort to resemble their pictures. ↗

— Salvador Dalí

#pictures #portrait #resemble #true-to-life #life

It is sort of weird being honored for the worst day of your life. ↗

— Ben Fountain

#honor #humility #life