#our

Lean your body forward slightly to support the guitar against your chest, for the poetry of the music should resound in your heart. ↗

— Andres Segovia

#body #chest #forward #guitar #heart

It seemed so simple in a lot of ways, to use a basic melody to pull away from myself. To ease the pain and hide my feelings deep within a metaphor that only I understood. I couldn’t have foreseen that my quiet and dark night of the soul would start me down a path of expression through song. ↗

— Mike Ericksen

#healing-grief #music #music

Life is a journey that gives you the liberty to draw your own map, and choose your own route. ↗

— Dennis E. Adonis

#decisions #future #journey #life #mistakes

Just be yourself' is about the worst advice you can give some people. ↗

— Alain de Botton

#being-yourself #life #life

Gratitude helps you to grow and expand; gratitude brings joy and laughter into your life and into the lives of all those around you. ↗

— Eileen Caddy

#brings #expand #gratitude #grow #helps

I think the court will determine that the Faith-Based Initiative that the White House has instituted in the last five years is constitutional, in the context of allowing for broad-based programs to include religious providers. ↗

— Jay Alan Sekulow

#broad-based #constitutional #context #court #determine

All our work, our whole life is a matter of semantics, because words are the tools with which we work, the material out of which laws are made, out of which the Constitution was written. Everything depends on our understanding of them. ↗

— Felix Frankfurter

#constitution #depends #everything #laws #life

Time = Life, Therefore, waste your time and waste of your life, or master your time and master your life. ↗

— Alan Lakein

#life #master #our time #therefore #waste

I consider a goal as a journey rather than a destination. And each year I set a new goal. ↗

— Curtis Carlson

#destination #each #goal #i #journey

There exists yonder in the mountains," said the Bishop, "a tiny community no bigger than that, which I have not seen for three years. They are my good friends, those gentle and honest shepherds. They own one goat out of every thirty that they tend. They make very pretty woollen cords of various colors, and they play the mountain airs on little flutes with six holes. They need to be told of the good God now and then. What would they say to a bishop who was afraid? What would they say if I did not go?" "But the brigands, Monseigneur?" "Hold," said the Bishop, "I must think of that. You are right. I may meet them. They, too, need to be told of the good God." "But, Monseigneur, there is a band of them! A flock of wolves!" "Monsieur le maire, it may be that it is of this very flock of wolves that Jesus has constituted me the shepherd. Who knows the ways of Providence?" "They will rob you, Monseigneur." "I have nothing." "They will kill you." "An old goodman of a priest, who passes along mumbling his prayers? Bah! To what purpose?" "Oh, mon Dieu! what if you should meet them!" "I should beg alms of them for my poor." "Do not go, Monseigneur. In the name of Heaven! You are risking your life!" "Monsieur le maire," said the Bishop, "is that really all? I am not in the world to guard my own life, but to guard souls. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#courage #righteousness #courage