#pent

I spent hours as a kid on the putting green of the local golf course imagining I was sinking a putt to win the Masters. ↗

— Mike Weir

#golf #golf course #green #hours #i

My parents moved to Los Angeles when I was really young, but I spent every summer with my grandparents, and I'd stay with my grandfather on the farm in Longview. He was retired from the railroad, and he had a small farm with some cows and some pigs. I remember part of my youth was feeding hogs and plowing fields and stuff, so that's a part of me. ↗

— Forest Whitaker

#cows #every #farm #feeding #fields

I'm not so funny. Gilda was funny. I'm funny on camera sometimes. In life, once in a while. Once in a while. But she was funny. She spent more time worrying about being liked than anything else. ↗

— Gene Wilder

#anything #being #camera #else #funny

I have spent my whole life educating myself. ↗

— Penelope Wilton

#i #life #myself #spent #whole

I don't believe that recordings should sound radically better than the artist, I think that's dishonest. For example, I'm not a great singer but if I spent enough time tweaking my vocals, I could sound like one. But I don't, what you hear is pretty much what I sing. ↗

— Malcolm Wilson

#believe #better #could #dishonest #enough

A bolt of warmth, fierce with joy and pride and gratitude, flashed through me like sudden lightning. I don’t care about whose DNA has recombined with whose. When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching—they are your family. And they were my heroes. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#courage #family #friendship #harry-dresden #karrin-murphy

It's one of the things that makes us different than they are, Harry. The blood on their hands does not make it right to bloody my own. My choices are measured against my own soul. Not against the stains on theirs. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #michael-carpenter #death

Who are you?” Her eyes snapped open, and her voice held a hysterical edge. “Do I even know who you are?” He stepped over Walker’s battered corpse and grabbed her by the shoulders, leaned down so that his no-doubt foul breath washed over her face. “I am your husband, my lady.” She turned her face away from him. He shook her. “The one you promised to obey always.” “Simon—” “The one you said you’d cleave to, forsaking all others.” “I—” “The one you make love to at night.” “I don’t know if I can live with you anymore.” The words were a whisper, but they rang in his head like a death knell. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#lucy #simondababe #the-serpent-prince #death

Star Trek?” I asked her. “Really?” “What?” she demanded, bending unnaturally black eyebrows together. “There are two kinds of people in the universe, Molly,” I said. “Star Trek fans and Star Wars fans. This is shocking.” She sniffed. “This is the post-nerd-closet world, Harry. It’s okay to like both.” “Blasphemy and lies,” I said. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#molly-carpenter #nerds #star-trek #star-wars #ghost

Low self-esteem causes me to believe that I have so little worth that my response does not matter. With repentance, however, I understand that being worth so much to God is why my response is so important. Repentance is remedial work to mend our minds and hearts, which get bent by sin. ↗

— John Ortberg Jr.

#god #repentance #self-esteem #self-worth #sin