#rough

My mother would take groups of students to different countries and always brought us along, so by the time I was 10, I had been to Russia, China, Nicaragua and several other countries. ↗

— Eliza Dushku

#always #been #brought #by the time #china

Through clever and constant application of propaganda, people can be made to see paradise as hell, and also the other way round, to consider the most wretched sort of life as paradise. ↗

— Adolf Hitler

#application #clever #consider #constant #hell

Sure it could get rough sometimes, but life wasn't a Hollywood movie. Shit happened. You fought, you screamed, and somehow you worked like hell to get out the other side still intact. ↗

— Samantha Young

#life #rough #success #life

In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all. ↗

— Stephen King

#life #roland #stephen-king #time #wind-through-the-keyhole

The conventional definition of management is getting work done through people, but real management is developing people through work. ↗

— Agha Hasan Abedi

#definition #developing #done #getting #management

Every time I get through the work on a book of nonfiction, I say I'll never do it again; it takes so much out of you. ↗

— Dave Eggers

#book #every #every time #get #i

Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save. ↗

— Will Rogers

#half #life #our #rushed #save

Through Hamas, Iran has been able to buy itself a seat on the table in talking about the Palestinian issue. And, as a result, through Hamas it does play a role in the issue of the Palestinians, as strange as that should sound. ↗

— King Abdullah II

#about #been #buy #does #hamas

It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#cannot #faults #friend #friendship #him

At 6:15 she was standing on her front porch watering gardenias and watching another line of thunderstorms split and go around her. The same thing happened almost every day. Some days they came so close all she could smell was the rain. The wind whipped up dust from the fields until it drove like buckshot into the shuddering mesquites, and Clara Nell started to pray. 'Jesus,' she whispered. 'Jesus, Jesus....' But the only thing that came out of the sky was her topsoil. Every day the wind took a little more, and it hadn't rained in almost a year. ↗

— Andrew Geyer

#drought #emotional-pain #farming #heat #rural-life