#poo

...Stop blaming me, thinking I'm the problem. If you think I'm the problem, then you have to change me. If you realize that you're the problem, then you can change yourself, learn something and grow wiser. Most people want everyone else in the world to change themselves. Let me tell you, it's easier to change yourself than everyone else. ↗

— Robert T. Kiyosaki

#rich-dad #change

If you go out into the real world, you cannot miss seeing that the poor are poor not because they are untrained or illiterate but because they cannot retain the returns of their labor. They have no control over capital, and it is the ability to control capital that gives people the power to rise out of poverty. ↗

— Muhammad Yunus

#poverty #poverty-alleviation #social-change #change

You were never born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Don't think that way. You were born with a diamond spoon in your palm. Carry it by your own hand. Now, feed yourself ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#best #carry #diamond #diamond-spoon #efforts

When YOU stop believing one person in the world cannot make a difference; differences in the world will be made. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#change-the-world #homeless #humanity #humanity-and-society #inspiration

No one described him better than he did when someone accused him of being rich. “No, not rich,” he said. “I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#poor #truth #wealth #love

I took a job at the pool in order to earn the five cents a day it cost to swim. I counted wet towels. As a bonus, I was allowed to swim during lunchtime. ↗

— Esther Williams

#bonus #cents #cost #counted #day

It is better to die, than dive heart-first, into a pool of love, only knee-high deep. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#die #heart #love #pool #love

Excuse me,” he said, hoping I would fall in love with him or something. “Your bag is in my way.” I knew it. He was totally the “your-bag-is-in-my-way” type. ↗

— Harvard Lampoon

#nightlight #parody #twilight #love

They began work at 5:30 and quit at 7 at night. Children six years old going home to lie on a straw pallet until time to resume work the next morning! I have seen the hair torn out of their heads by the machinery, their scalps torn off, and yet not a single tear was shed, while the poodle dogs were loved and caressed and carried to the seashore. ↗

— Mother Jones

#children #dogs #poodles #home

He was done talking. Aiden came off the wall so fast the water reacted in a frenzy of bubbling. He—we—were in a frenzy. His arms crushed me to him, his mouth demanding, saying those three little words over and over again without speaking them. Aiden lifted me up, one hand burying deep in my hair, the other pressing into my lower back, fitting us together. He turned and my back was against the edge and he was everywhere all at once, stealing my breath, my heart, my soul. There was no coming up for air, no control or limits. There was no tottering on the edge. We both fell headfirst. In his arms, in the way the water bubbled and moved with our bodies, I may’ve lost track of time, but I gained a little part of me. I gained a part of him that U would hold close for the rest of my days, no matter how long or short that turned out to be. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#alex #jasmine-pool #love #underworld #love