#ra

There is little for the great part of the history of the world except the bitter tears of pity and the hot tears of wrath. ↗

— Woodrow Wilson

#except #great #history #hot #little

Generally young men are regarded as radicals. This is a popular misconception. The most conservative persons I ever met are college undergraduates. The radicals are the men past middle life. ↗

— Woodrow Wilson

#conservative #ever #generally #i #life

The forest has shrunk And fear has expanded, The forests have dwindled, There are less animals now, less courage and less lightning, less beauty and the moon lies bare, deflowered by force and then abandoned. ↗

— Visar Zhiti

#beauty #courage #fear #forests #lightning

I bought you something" Willows blurts out. "You bought...What?" Willow closes her eyes for a second. She's a little surprised she's going to give it to him after all, but there's no going back now. She has to. "At the bookstore." She reaches into her bag again, and pushes the package across the table towards him. Guy takes the book out of the bag slowly, Willow waits for him to look disappointed, to look confused that she would buy him such a battered, old- "I love it when used books have notes in the margins, it's the best," Guy says as he flips through the pages. "I always imagine who read it before me." He pauses and looks at one of Prospero's speeches. "I have way too much homework to read this now, but you know what? Screw it. I want to know why it's your favorite Shakespeare. Thank you, that was really nice of you. I mean, you really didn't have to." "But I did anyway," Willow says so quietly she's not even sure hears her. Hey," Guy frowns for a second. "You didn't write anything in here." "Oh, I didn't even think...I, well, I wouldn't even know what to write," Willow says shyly. "Well, maybe you'll think of something later," he says. Willow watches Guy read the opening. There's no mistaking it. His smile is genuine, and she can't help thinking that if she can't make David look like this, at least she can do it for someone. ↗

— Julia Hoban

#friendship #gift #gracious #imperfect #personalization

Acting attracts shy people and show-offs. ↗

— Penelope Wilton

#attracts #people #shy #shy people

Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy? ↗

— Libba Bray

#death #life #madness #death

I wish you a tolerable Thursday. That's all any of us can hope for. ↗

— April Winchell

#hope #i #i wish #thursday #tolerable

The theme of the party was Neverland Ranch, so guests were asked to come as anyone or anything associated with Michael Jackson. It was all very disturbing. ↗

— April Winchell

#anything #asked #associated #come #disturbing

Gossip is the art of saying nothing in a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid. ↗

— Walter Winchell

#gossip #leaves #nothing #practically #saying

Creation groans, awaiting the revelation of the sons of God. It remembers, I think, in dreams, the wonders of the sinless, perfect world. You can hear it in the wild tinkle of the wind through the beech leaves, the splashing of water through cold, crystal streams, the beauty of a hind poised against the sky on a hilltop, and al through heartbreaking, beautiful things that surround us each day. They are memories, dear Indi, memories of long-lost days when God walked with man and all was well [...] But all these beauties we see are but dreams in the night, whispers of a hope to come beyond the end of this Age, that wonderful Other Thing. [...] God will not settle for imperfection, but He works His own ways in His own time. That is what we are living for, that is what stirs our sweet dreams each night, both us and the world, and that is what keeps us going through the dark: knowing that a morning is coming. And while we love the beauty of our world, we must remember that it is only a type, a shadow thing, very faintly resembling what is to come. ↗

— Jennifer Freitag

#beauty-in-literature #courage #life #purpose #age