#rin

إن البشر يترابطون بصورة أفضل عندما تجمعهم أشياء مشتركة ، وبكون لديهم إحساس بالمشاركة ↗

— Lani Arredondo

#sharing #business

Education is what you get from reading the small print; experience is what you get from not reading it. ↗

— Common

#experince #insurance #wisdown #business

Chaos is the enemy of any organization the strives to be outstanding. ↗

— Karen Martin

#continuous-improvement #kaizen #lean #process-design #process-improvement

Whenever I drink, I always have one too many. Of course, I only ever drink one.
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— Jarod Kintz

#drinking #change

Tomorrow you may look up and see me as a lawyer, a doctor, business executive,teacher - or WHATEVER I BELIEVE I CAN BE !My story isn't about nice handles or quickness on the court ,but about HARD WORK, PERSEVERANCE, and FAITH! I know God's blessings ,I can accomplish anything and i mean ANYTHING!!! ↗

— Jon-Robert Holden

#business

Some have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#daring #love #poetry #risk #death

And as I looked I could see that it was getting smaller still. The roof was closing in on us. I tried to cry out to him, "If you're not quick, we shall be buried," but I was smothering and no voice came from me. Then I thought, "He doesn't care. It's nothing for him to be buried, for he's dead already. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#uncaring #death

If you have the courage to love, then you should have the courage to suffer, too. ↗

— E.H. Majaw

#love #suffering #courage

Jim had spent most of his life alone. The solitary nature of his disability and the constant moving had made it difficult for him to make friends. With his mother’s death, his last connection to a person was severed. He existed in Broughton like a ghost, doing his odd jobs, too silent for anyone to notice. ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#bonnie-dee #jim #death

And then the queen wept with all her heart. Not for the cruel and greedy man who had warred and killed and savaged everywhere he could. But for the boy who had somehow turned into that man, the boy whose gentle hand had comforted her childhood hurts, the boy whose frightened voice had cried out to her at the end of his life, as if he wondered why he had gotten lost inside himself, as if he realized that it was too, too late to get out again. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#death #greed #grief #growing-up #lost