#rue

My kitchen's pink, like skin-tone pink, and I lowered my spice rack so it's eye level - it's true! - and my phone, so I can reach it when I fall, it's right there. ↗

— Amy Sedaris

#eye level #fall #i #i can #kitchen

What Bill Clinton did to us was cruel. The White House gave my attorneys indications that there was a good chance for my clemency to be granted. I had to prepare myself for being released because there was no sign that my petition would be denied. ↗

— Leonard Peltier

#because #being #bill #bill clinton #chance

In the business world, lower profits reflect less demand for your product. But in government the opposite is true - demand for our services increases in hard times. ↗

— Sonny Perdue

#business world #demand #government #hard #hard times

But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth: for the Father seeketh such to worship him. God is a spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth. ↗

— Albert Pike

#father #god #him #hour #must

There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#enthusiasm #true

Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust. ↗

— Marquis de Sade

#avarice #cruelty #fluid #founded #lends

No university in the world has ever risen to greatness without a correspondingly great library... When this is no longer true, then will our civilization have come to an end. ↗

— Lawrence Clark Powell

#come #correspondingly #end #ever #great

Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey. ↗

— Matthew Prior

#anger #cruel #dart #escape #fantastic

Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#everything #falsehood #little #passes #spoken

If you are eager to find the reason I became the Kvothe they tell stories about, you could look there, I suppose." Chronicler's forehead wrinkled. "What do you mean, exactly?" Kvothe paused for a long moment, looking down at his hands. "Do you know how many times I've been beaten over the course of my life?" Chronicler shook his head. Looking up, Kvothe grinned and tossed his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. "Neither do I. You'd think that sort of thing would stick in a person's mind. You'd think I would remember how many bones I've had broken. You'd think I'd remember the stitches and bandages." He shook his head. "I don't. I remember that young boy sobbing in the dark. Clear as a bell after all these years." Chronicler frowned. "You said yourself that there was nothing you could have done." "I could have," Kvothe said seriously, "and I didn't. I made my choice and I regret it to this day. Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#sad-but-true #sword-sentiments #life