#out

A wise nation should cultivate a political spirit that allows opponents to cooperate without fearing an automatic execution from their core supporters. Who knew that the real rogues in American politics would be the ones who dare to get along? ↗

— Jon Meacham

#along #american #american politics #automatic #cooperate

There's no need to curse God if you're an ugly duckling. He chooses those strong enough to endure it so that they can guide others who've felt the same. ↗

— Criss Jami

#beautiful-people #curse #duck #duckling #endure

I’ve always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#beautiful-inside-out #effect #inside #out #beauty

She felt just like that girl in that book with the letter A on her chest. Only her A signified Alone. She was an outcast, cast out by her own choices, an outsider with a pretty face. Like a rose, she may have been beautiful to look at, but almost everyone only knew the thorny side. ↗

— Victoria Kahler

#loneliness #outcast #scarlet-letter #beauty

I was determined to carve out a music of my own. I didn't want to copy anybody. ↗

— Bill Monroe

#carve #copy #determined #i #music

If it wasn't good, I wouldn't be going back out on tour. ↗

— Keith Emerson

#going #good #i #out #tour

If only I could find a guy who wasn't in his 70s to talk to me about white cranes, I'd be madly in love. ↗

— Leelee Sobieski

#could #find #guy #his #i

Life is a beautiful and endless journey in search of the perfect cup. ↗

— Barbara A. Daniels

#coffee #cup #journey #life #perfect

The setting sun burned the sky pink and orange in the same bright hues as surfers' bathing suits. It was beautiful deception, Bosch thought, as he drove north on the Hollywood Freeway to home. Sunsets did that here. Made you forget it was the smog that made their colors so brilliant, that behind every pretty picture there could be an ugly story. ↗

— Michael Connelly

#deception #los-angeles #make-believe #smog #southern-california

I told her I loved the howling sound of her harmonica. That seemed to be the limit of my courage that night, and even those spoken words had to struggle their way out of my mouth. It's all very well for words to build bridges, but sometimes I think it's a matter of knowing when to do it. Knowing when the time's right. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#courage #knowing-when-the-time-is-right #limit #mouth #spoken-words