#rain

There is more experience on the field of justification than on the camp of training. Sometimes, you got to take actions to learn more. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#experience #israelmore-ayivor #justification #learn #training

And now the fight continues for all orphans and children who need families who will love and care for them—until they too can all go home. ↗

— Kim De Blecourt

#international-adoption #kim-de-blecourt #orphans #ukraine #until-we-all-come-home

I have learnt to seek solace in knowing, this is me. Pandora Poikilos from her novel Excuse Me, My Brains Have Stepped Out ↗

— Pandora Poikilos

#forgiveness #hurt #novel #pain #people

I think he's informing himself, reaching out and getting ideas and information and advice. I haven't the slightest doubt that internally taking shape in that marvelous brain of his is a philosophy of foreign affairs. But it would be premature to say that one is fully formed. ↗

— Theodore C. Sorensen

#affairs #brain #doubt #foreign #foreign affairs

Beware: open-mindedness will often say, 'Everything is permissible except a sharp opinion. ↗

— Criss Jami

#beliefs #beware #brainwashed #conviction #freedom-of-speech

He's wrong he's so he's so wrong he's more wrong than an upside-down rainbow. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#somewhat-funny #teensy-bit-sad #wrong #funny

The x-ray of your skull shows a large, flobby mass floating inside. I have to consult my colleagues to be certain, but it looks like a long sausage snarled into a lump. ↗

— Benson Bruno

#funny #sausage #x-ray #funny

I miss your silent stature, your avoided days of disaster, your present state of distress. I’m cinnamon, cloves and fire, you are the rested cedarwood of desire. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#desire #friendship-quotes #friendship-true-and-loyal #jamie-weise #love

I just don't know what I'd do without a brain, Simone!" I say. "I mean, what's a person without one? ↗

— Randa Abdel-Fattah

#brains #funny #funny

still other winters average their rain months into a long, cold season of relentless sog and little color. At such times, looking out through the spattered glass, I feel, deep in some spongy, unignorable organ, that we will have floods, and damage, and losses; we will have gray till the cows come home, and there will be no more cows--they'll all just rot, drown, or simply wash away. We will have rain until the very hills dissolve. And when the dirty cotton swaddling of fog finally falls away, we will all be desperate for vital signs. ↗

— Robert Michael Pyle

#winter #home