#render

The friends whom I have are invaluable, and although not numerous they are sufficient for my enjoyment; and the texture of my own mind renders me very indifferent to the rest of the world. ↗

— George Combe

#enjoyment #friends #i #indifferent #invaluable

The job of the poet is to render the world - to see it and report it without loss, without perversion. No poet ever talks about feelings. Only sentimental people do. ↗

— Mark Van Doren

#ever #feelings #job #loss #only

In sum, thought and reflection have been rendered thoroughly pointless by the circumstances in which modern men and women live and act. ↗

— Jacques Ellul

#been #circumstances #live #men #men and women

I am persuaded, that if any attempt is made to improve the education of the poor, and such an unmanly spirit should guide the resolution of a society or committee for that purpose, it would render the design abortive. ↗

— Joseph Lancaster

#any #attempt #committee #design #education

The hard part is how to plan a picture so as to give to others what has happened to you. To render in paint an experience, to suggest the sense of light and color, of air and space. ↗

— Maxfield Parrish

#color #experience #give #happened #hard

I will not surrender responsibility for my life and my actions. ↗

— Enoch Powell

#i #life #my life #responsibility #surrender

We must surrender ourselves to God, not our assignments. ↗

— E'yen A. Gardner

#inspirational #surrender #surrender-to-god #change

The egocentric is always frustrated, simply because the condition of self-perfection is self-surrender. There must be a willingness to die to the lower part of self, before there can be a birth to the nobler. ↗

— Fulton J. Sheen

#christianity #egocentrism #philosophy #self-perfection #self-surrender

In order to pick something up, you've got to put something down. ↗

— Todd Stocker

#let-go #letting-go #motivation #simplicity #surrender

The men rode into Beaver Run like two horsemen of the apocalypse, justice on a white horse and war on a red. The few citizens walking through the muddy streets hurried to get out of their path, while those milling on the plank walkways stared as the duo passed. Danger. Long and lean, both sat their saddles with the ease of men accustomed to mastering both the beasts beneath them and the world around them. Their dusters hung to the tops of their boots and were covered in trail dust. Their hats, pulled low, cast shadows over their faces. Rifles were mounted to their horses' saddles and each man had a gun strapped to his thigh. ↗

— Suzanne Ferrell

#men