#pros

The first question which you will ask and which I must try to answer is this; What is the use of climbing Mount Everest? and my answer must at once be, it is no use. There is not the slightest prospect of any gain whatsoever. ↗

— George Leigh Mallory

#any #ask #climbing #everest #first

Politics and prostitution have to be the only jobs where inexperience is considered a virtue. In what other profession would you brag about not knowing stuff? “I’m not one of those fancy Harvard heart surgeons. I’m just an unlicensed plumber with a dream and I’d like to cut your chest open.” The crowd cheers. ↗

— Tina Fey

#politics #professionalism #prostitution #virtues #dreams

I can't deny that some customers and prospects think it's the key to our future. But it's not. We're certainly supportive of the Dept. of Justice and the 20 states that have brought this action. ↗

— Jim Barksdale

#brought #certainly #customers #deny #future

Love springs from the inside. It is the immortal surge of passion, excitement, energy, power, strength, prosperity, recognition, respect, desire, determination, enthusiasm, confidence, courage, and vitality, that nourishes, extends and protects. It possesses an external objective - life. ↗

— Ogwo David Emenike

#courage #desire #determination #energy #enthusiasm

You couldn't make up something that looked so right. ↗

— Chris Howard

#life #prose #art

Poetry is more than a form of art. It's a vibration and a pulsing heart. Whether it's sour or whether it's sweet. It can give you strength no one can defeat ↗

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

#life-philosophy #poetry #prose #reality #writing

You can create a harmonious attitude by simply being. ↗

— Christopher Dines

#christopher-dines-quotes #attitude

The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#prose #snow #beauty

In Europe life retreats out of the cold, and exquisite fireside myths have resulted—Balder, Persephone—but [in India] the retreat is from the source of life, the treacherous sun, and no poetry adorns it because disillusionment cannot be beautiful. Men yearn for poetry though they may not confess it; they desire that joy shall be graceful and sorrow august and infinity have a form, and India fails to accommodate them. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#prosody #beauty

I gripped against her like she was metal and I was all full of lightning, charged up and jagged and of that moment alone. ↗

— Chris Howard

#prose #rootless #beauty