#races

All through the night, like the tumult of a river when it races between the cliffs of a canyon, in my sleep I could hear the steady roar of the passing army. ↗

— Richard Harding Davis

#between #canyon #cliffs #could #hear

I was tired of seeing the Graces always depicted as beautiful young things. I think wisdom comes with age and life and pain. And knowing what matters. ↗

— Louise Penny

#three-graces #wisdom #age

That which we call the Hindu religion is really the Eternal religion because it embraces all others. ↗

— Sri Aurobindo

#call #embraces #eternal #hindu #others

Extraordinary afflictions are not always the punishment of extraordinary sins, but sometimes the trial of extraordinary graces. ↗

— Matthew Henry

#always #extraordinary #graces #punishment #sins

It is a science fact that some animals do dream. It'll someday lead them to places better than zoo. ↗

— Toba Beta

#dream #races #sign #dreams

I am so, so alive. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#the-scorpio-races #inspirational

I suppose that each of us may have a great moment in our life, a month, a week a year, when we are most fully what we are meant to be ↗

— Sebastian Faulks

#life

Ideas improve. The meaning of words participates in the improvement. Plagiarism is necessary. Progress implies it. It embraces an author's phrase, makes use of his expressions, erases a false idea, and replaces it with the right idea. ↗

— Guy Debord

#embraces #erases #expressions #false #his

We allow our ignorance to prevail upon us and make us think we can survive alone, alone in patches, alone in groups, alone in races, even alone in genders. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#alone #even #genders #groups #ignorance

As the sun shines low and red across the water, I wade into the ocean. The water is still high and brown and murky with the memory of the storm, so if there’s something below it, I won’t know it. But that’s part of this, the not knowing. The surrender to the possibilities beneath the surface. It wasn’t the ocean that killed my father, in the end. The water is so cold that my feet go numb almost at once. I stretch my arms out to either side of me and close my eyes. I listen to the sound of water hitting water. The raucous cries of the terns and the guillemots in the rocks of the shore, the piercing, hoarse questions of the gulls above me. I smell seaweed and fish and the dusky scent of the nesting birds onshore. Salt coats my lips, crusts my eyelashes. I feel the cold press against my body. The sand shifts and sucks out from under my feet in the tide. I’m perfectly still. The sun is red behind my eyelids. The ocean will not shift me and the cold will not take me. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#the-scorpio-races #young-adult #ocean