#rat

Reading, conversation, environment, culture, heroes, mentors, nature – all are lottery tickets for creativity. Scratch away at them and you’ll find out how big a prize you’ve won. ↗

— Twyla Tharp

#inspiration #inspirational

Life is like a game of cards. The hand that is dealt you represents determinism; the way you play it is free will. ↗

— Jawaharal Nehru

#inspires-me #inspirational

If I cannot give my children a perfect mother I can at least give them more of the one they've got--and make that one more loving. I will be available. I will take time to listen, time to play, time to be home when they arrive from school, time to counsel and encouerage. ↗

— Ruth Bell Graham

#inspirational

This instinctive repulsion which tradespeople inspire in men of sensitive feeling is one of the very rare consolations for being so impoverished which are given to those of us who don’t sell anything to anybody. ↗

— Louis-Ferdinand Céline

#inspirational

Elinor agreed with it all, for she did not think he deserved the compliment of rational opposition. ↗

— Jane Austen

#compliments #discussion #disdain #intelligence #opposition

There is nothing that works out for the worst that won't work out for the better. ↗

— Karldon Okruta

#inspirational #motivational #inspirational

Don't waste time making enemies. As long as you're active, you'll have plenty. ↗

— George Hammond

#inspirational-life #inspirational

c. “So, hunny, don’t waste your time trying to label or define me…’cause I’m not what I was ten years ago or ten minutes ago. I’m all of that and then some. And whereas I can’t live inside yesterday’s pain, I can’t live without it. ↗

— George C. Wolfe

#play #inspirational

My love runs deep, strong and pure. If only it was your love, instead of this disease. I could die knowing, there was no cure. ↗

— Melissa Mercer

#quotes-on-life #sad-quotes #inspirational

Water, wind and birdsong were the echoes in this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that was surging around the world. Knee-deep in grasses and moon daisies, Stella stood and listened, swaying a little as the flowers and trees were swaying, her spirit voice singing loudly, though her lips were still, and every pulse in her body beating its hammer strokes in time to the song. ↗

— Elizabeth Goudge

#inspirational #literature #inspirational