#place

How can you tell when a piece is finished?'I asked. 'You can't,' he said flatly. 'All you can tell is when you can't do any more to it. And then you need to stop because if you don't, you will spoil it. ↗

— Mary Hoffman

#workplace-wisdom #art

A lot of times people's main motives and plan in life is to hurt as many people as they can, but I think there's enough good people that help make the world a good place. ↗

— Tina Yothers

#good #good people #good place #help #hurt

People who have good relationships at home are more effective in the marketplace. ↗

— Zig Ziglar

#effective #good #good relationships #marketplace #more

Before my accident I was a little too... selfish and self-absorbed and for me, to now be at the place where I can kinda give back and inspire people. I'm blessed. I'm really blessed. ↗

— Rick Allen

#back #before #blessed #give #i

It's so worth-while being a judge, because, if I make good, I can help prove that a woman's place is as much on the bench, in City Council, or in Congress, as in the home. ↗

— Florence E. Allen

#being #bench #city #city council #congress

If everyone could learn that what is right for me does not make it right for anyone else, the world would be a much happier place. ↗

— William Glasser

#could #does #else #everyone #happier

There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison. ↗

— William Glasser

#job #only #over #places #precedence

I think TV is the only place left where you can have a midsize something. ↗

— Cynthia Nixon

#i think #left #only #place #something

I'm a guy that likes to sit in one place. ↗

— Harvey Pekar

#i #likes #place #sit

The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the sky through which the stars appeared. Soon, however, they too began to pale before a splendour in the east, and the advent of the dawn declared itself in the newborn blue of heaven. Quieter and yet more quiet grew the sea, quiet as the soft mist that brooded on her bosom, and covered up her troubling, as in our tempestuous life the transitory wreaths of sleep brook upon a pain-racked soul, causing it to forget its sorrow. From the east to the west sped those angels of the Dawn, from sea to sea, from mountain-top to mountain-top, scattering light from breast and wing. On they sped out of the darkness, perfect, glorious; on, over the quiet sea, over the low coast-line, and the swamps beyond, and the mountains above them; over those who slept in peace and those who woke in sorrow; over the evil and the good; over the living and the dead; over the wide world and all that breathes or as breathed thereon. ↗

— H. Rider Haggard

#dusk #heavens #horizon #life #mist