#ren

The youth, intoxicated with his admiration of a hero, fails to see, that it is only a projection of his own soul, which he admires. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#heroes #inspirational #inspirational

For that entire journey across the rough terrain of Afghanistan, I never stopped praying that everything of the world could be peaceful, that all lives might return to normal. I believe that wish is universal for every woman who is a mother. For all the horrible happenings that have occurred since I left Afghanistan, I can only think and feel with my mother's heart. For every child lost, a mother's heart harbors the deepest pain. None can see our sons grow to men. None can see our daughters become mothers. No longer can we see the smiles on their faces, or wipe away their tears. My mother's heart feels the pain of every loss, weeping not only for my children, but for the lost children of every mother. ↗

— Najwa bin Laden

#loss #motherhood #peace #terror #men

My whole career I have worked with non-Western musicians and different orchestras and ensembles and choirs. ↗

— Mychael Danna

#choirs #different #i #musicians #orchestras

Caminante, no hay puentes, se hace puentes al andar. (Voyager, there are no bridges, one builds them as one walks.) ↗

— Gloria E. Anzaldúa

#inspirational #spanish #wisdom #inspirational

Philosophy has forgotten about children ↗

— Bernhard Schlink

#inspirational #philosophical #inspirational

People of different faiths, like yours and mine, sometimes wonder where we can meet in common purpose, when there are so many differences in creed and theology. Surely the answer is that we can meet in service, in shared moral convictions about our nation stemming from a common worldview. ↗

— Mitt Romney

#answer #common #convictions #creed #differences

What gift has providence bestowed on man that is so dear to him as his children? ↗

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

#children #dear #gift #him #his

Happy endings are for people that can't survive the alternative. What a bunch of wimps. ↗

— S.L.J. Shortt

#inspirational #strength #inspirational

Son tres los tigres los que se juntan para atacar: el paso de los años (ese monstruo que llamamos edad), la condicion femenina (flor que se por ser flor deja de serlo para ser recuerdo de flor), y ese albur al que alegremente llamamos vida. ↗

— Josefina Barron

#women #women-s-strength #inspirational

Close to the road a cow would stand knee-deep in the mist, with horns damp enough to have a pearly shine in the starlight, and it would look at the black blur we were as we went whirling into the blazing corridor of light which we could never quite get into for it would be always splitting the dark just in front of us. The cow would stand there knee-deep in the mist and look at the black blur and the blaze and then, not turning his head, at the place where the black blur and blaze had been, with the remote, massive, unvindictive indifference of God-All-Mighty or Fate or me, if I were standing there knee-deep in the mist, and the blur and the blaze whizzed past and withered on off between the fields and the patches of woods. ↗

— Robert Penn Warren

#indifference-of-god #mist #men