#sai

Mary, my little girl, was confirmed in a Buddhist temple. She saw the Life write up on Buddhism, with pictures of the ceremony, and she said she wanted to be confirmed there because she only liked Jesus as a kid. She was a little disappointed in him when he grew up. ↗

— Kenneth Rexroth

#buddhism #buddhist #ceremony #confirmed #disappointed

It's said in Hollywood that you should always forgive your enemies - because you never know when you'll have to work with them. ↗

— Lana Turner

#always #because #forgive #hollywood #know

I don't know what I was trying to get out of a tenor - but it never really satisfied me until one day I picked up my alto and I said, "Where have you been?" and I said right here for now on! ↗

— Jerome Richardson

#been #day #get #here #i

Keep your hand on the helm. ↗

— Matthew Goldman

#love

I take criticism so seriously as to believe that, even in the midst of a battle in which one is unmistakably on one side against another, there should be criticism, because there must be critical consciousness if there are to be issues, problems, values, even lives to be fought for... Criticism must think of itself as life-enhancing and constitutively opposed to every form of tyranny, domination, and abuse; its social goals are noncoercive knowledge produced in the interests of human freedom. ↗

— Edward W. Said

#edward-said #freedom #politics #freedom

I don't know. I can't tell the future I just work there. ↗

— Steven Moffat

#the-bells-of-saint-john #the-doctor #timey-wimey #doctor-who

I thought…” - Arelia “You thought we were making loud, passionate love?” he joked." - Lucus ↗

— Kira Saito

#bound #kira-saito #love

All that I love I fold over once And once again ↗

— Edith L. Tiempo

#love

There are no saints either. We are immortal, but not so unlike the humans as you think. We have enemies, we have duties, we hate, we struggle, and we love. ↗

— Jessica Fortunato

#enemies #hate #human #immortal #love

Back on the ferry, I sip some vodka on the rocks and have a chat with God. Me: (desperately) What the *&%$# am I going to do? God: Me: (surprised) Really? After all those Sundays of being a back up singer for Jesus, you got nothing to say? God: Me: (humbly) Help me out here. ↗

— Lexis De Rothschild

#lexis-de-rothschild #novella #sailing #love