#race

Grace is given of god, but knowledge is bought in the market. ↗

— Arthur Hugh Clough

#given #god #grace #knowledge #market

My goal in sailing isn't to be brilliant or flashy in individual races, just to be consistent over the long run. ↗

— Dennis Conner

#consistent #flashy #goal #individual #just

Think for a moment about what Obamacare has done: The federal government has come up with its own (ever-evolving) definition of 'health insurance,' which now includes free access to sterilization, contraception, and certain abortifacients such as the morning-after pill. ↗

— John Cornyn

#access #certain #come #contraception #definition

Race wasn't an issue. My family was French, but Yorkville was a melting pot of races and cultures. ↗

— Bob Cousy

#family #french #issue #melting #melting pot

In athletics, older runners tend to go for longer races, but it's the opposite in swimming because your body can't handle the endurance. ↗

— Kirsty Coventry

#because #body #endurance #go #handle

We are at a major epoch in human history, which is that we don't need sex to recreate the race. You can have babies without sex. This is the first time in human history that has been true, and it means, for example, we could do some extraordinary things. ↗

— David Cronenberg

#been #could #epoch #example #extraordinary

I think that show will go down in history... people will scratch their heads and say 'How did this ever get on the air?' I mean, they finally have a planet that's populated with a black race and then they present them as savage warriors, and the men want the white girl! ↗

— Denise Crosby

#black #did #down #ever #finally

We have forgotten the age-old fact that God speaks chiefly through dreams and visions. ↗

— C.G. Jung

#god-s-grace #age

I mean, we don’t have to worry about it until winter, anyway,” she said. “I was just wondering if you felt cured.” I didn’t know what to tell her. I didn’t feel cured. I felt like what Cole said —almost cured. A war survivor with a phantom limb. I still felt that wolf that I’d been: living in my cells, sleeping uneasily, waiting to be coaxed out by weather or a rush of adrenaline or a needle in my veins. I didn’t know if that was real or suggested. I didn’t know if one day I would feel secure in my skin, taking my human body for granted. “You look cured,” Grace said. Just her face was visible at the end of the shower curtain, looking in at me. She grinned and I yelled. Grace reached in just far enough to shut off the tap. “I’m afraid,” she said, whipping the shower curtain open all the way and presenting me with my towel, “this is the sort of thing you’ll have to put up with in your old age.” I stood there, dripping, feeling utterly ridiculous, Grace standing opposite, smiling with her challenge. There was nothing for it but to get over the awkwardness. Instead of taking the towel, I took her chin with my wet fingers and kissed her. Water from my hair ran down my cheeks and onto our lips. I was getting her shirt all wet, but she didn’t seem to mind. A lifetime of this seemed rather appealing. I said gallantly, “That better be a promise. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#sam #age

Pop songs are not as graceful as they used to be. Performers today haven't gone through the regimen of learning how to write. And of course, everyone wants to own copyrights. ↗

— Hal David

#everyone #gone #graceful #haven #how