#ring

My toes are all squished. During an operation, they had to take nerves out. ↗

— Steven Tyler

#had #nerves #operation #out #take

As a part of preparing those lawsuits, learning about those lawsuits, I learned about the various nuclear issues in parts of the nuclear production process I guess you'd say. ↗

— Tom Udall

#guess #i #issues #lawsuits #learned

Suffering is the substance of life and the root of personality, for it is only suffering that makes us persons. ↗

— Miguel de Unamuno

#makes #only #personality #persons #root

I haven't done a great deal of it but this was a chance to do more and bring it to that part of the business and even more so, but the fact that it was a black superhero was really the catalyst to me. ↗

— Blair Underwood

#bring #business #catalyst #chance #deal

I, like a lot of people who are creative, need to step away. I can't have stuff to write about if I don't have a life. If I talk to people, hang out with my friends and hang out with my husband, I feel like I have better things to bring to the table. ↗

— Carrie Underwood

#away #better #better things #bring #creative

Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went. ↗

— John Updike

#american life #consists #driving #hell #home

There is nothing more awful, insulting, and depressing than banality. ↗

— Anton Chekhov

#funny #inspiring #funny

There have been trade-offs every day, every month, every year. There's a lot that I missed and I do have regrets in that area. But I have been able to bring to my family the richness of being a journalist. ↗

— Judy Woodruff

#area #been #being #bring #day

Hurling the box released some of his anger. It felt good so he swept his arm across the top of his dresser, knocking his pitiful possessions onto the floor, the ridiculous little carved animals, pathetic toiletries and useless old catalog he could never afford to order from. These paltry items were the sum of his entire dismal life. He kicked the frame of his bed, hurting his foot and knocking the light cot away from the wall. Heedless of Rasmussen hearing the noise, he cried out his rage and frustration, tore the covers off the bed, picked up the pillow and punched it. He hurled it across the room. Dragging the thin mattress from the metal mesh of the cot, he tossed it on the floor and looked around, but there was nothing else to tear apart since he owned so little. Laughing at the irony, he sank onto the mattress on the floor, his legs drawn to his chest, forehead bowed to his knees, and his hands cradling the back of his neck. Caught between harsh laughter and sobs, he breathed in hitching bursts. He had no future, definitely no girl, and soon, no home. What the hell was he going to do? ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#bonnie-dee #jim #anger

Anger is the fire of the soul, love is the language of the heart ... ↗

— Stephen Richards

#anger-management #cosmic-ordering #healing-in-the-hurting-places #healing-the-emotiinal-self #healing-the-soul