#power

Experience has taught me the power of trophies. You may have every knick-knack and useless contraption ever devised, but while they weigh you down, a simple trophy can go a long, long way. ↗

— Tahir Shah

#trophy #experience

But why do some people support [the heretics]?" "Because it serves their purposes, which concern the faith rarely, and more often the conquest of power." "Is that why the church of Rome accuses all its adversaries of heresy?" "That is why, and that is also why it recognizes as orthodoxy any heresy it can bring back under its own control or must accept because the heresy has become too strong. ↗

— Umberto Eco

#heresy #orthodoxy #power #faith

Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim. ↗

— Nora Ephron

#empowerment #self-determination #women #courage

I remembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitments, awaited those who had the courage to go forth into it's expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amidst it's perils. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#empowerment #enterprise #courage

The realisation that limitations are imaginary will make you strong and overpowering. ↗

— Stephen Richards

#mind-body-spirit #mind-power #money #motivational #new-age

Much more surprising things can happen to anyone who, when a disagreeable or discouraged thought comes into his mind, just has the sense to remember in time and push it out by putting in an agreeable, determinedly courageous one. Two things cannot be in one place. ↗

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

#courage

Courage is the power to let go of the familiar. ↗

— Raymond Lindquist

#fear #growth #power #strength #courage

The basic idea is that all things in the universe are intertwined. ↗

— Stephen Richards

#cosmic-ordering #law-of-attraction #mind-body-spirit #mind-power #money

When a woman shift the question "Will he like me?" to "Is he WORTHY of Me?" nothing will ever be the same. ↗

— Morgan Rose

#soulmates #women-s-empowerment #dating

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33) ↗

— Tim Willocks

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man