#rain

Though there is growing division among the Ukrainian military ranks as to loyalty in this revolution, the possibility of violence looms over the entire situation. ↗

— Bob Schaffer

#division #entire #growing #looms #loyalty

The demonstrators in Ukraine will persevere and succeed, or grow tired, cold and fade. ↗

— Bob Schaffer

#demonstrators #fade #grow #persevere #succeed

Never fit a dress to the body but train the body to fit the dress. ↗

— Elsa Schiaparelli

#dress #fit #never #train

Only weeks after Oslo began, when nearly all the world and most of Israel was drunk with the idea of peace, I argued that a Palestinian society not constrained by democratic norms would be a fear society that would pose a grave threat to Israel. ↗

— Natan Sharansky

#argued #began #constrained #democratic #drunk

Sometimes you have to understand that you push ahead, there's going to be a lot of flak, there's going to be a lot of dogs barking, but the wagon train moves ahead. ↗

— Juan Williams

#barking #dogs #flak #going #lot

It's somewhat of a normal procedure sometimes when you have a knee drained... so long as it's not something you have to do every game. ↗

— James Worthy

#every #game #knee #long #normal

Things are better now that the attention has subsided a bit, and I'm happier. Now I can concentrate on what I'm supposed to do, that is, training and running. Despite everything that's happened, I feel like I'm still the same person. ↗

— Liu Xiang

#better #better now #bit #concentrate #despite

Imagination doesn't always make you long for what you cannot have, but rather thrive in what you do not have. ↗

— Criss Jami

#brain #cognition #content #contentment #creativity

How they are all about, these gentlemen In chamberlains' apparel, stocked and laced, Like night around their order's star and gem And growing ever darker, stony-faced, And these, their ladies, fragile, wan, but propped High by their bodice, one hand loosely dropped, Small like its collar, on the toy King-Charles: How they surround each one of these who stopped To read and contemplate the objects d'art, Of which some pieces still are theirs, not ours. Whit exquisite decorum they allow us A life of whose dimensions we seem sure And which they cannot grasp. They were alive To bloom, that is be fair; we, to mature, That is to be of darkness and to strive. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#introspection #maturity #poetry #rainer-maria-rilke #rilke

On the late afternoon streets, everyone hurries along, going about their own business. Who is the person walking in front of you on the rain-drenched sidewalk? He is covered with an umbrella, and all you can see is a dark coat and the shoes striking the puddles. And yet this person is the hero of his own life story. He is the love of someone’s life. And what he can do may change the world. Imagine being him for a moment. And then continue on your own way. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#anonymous #hero #heroes #life #people