#sand

Perhaps we'll realize that each of us has not one vote but ten thousand or a million. ↗

— David R. Brower

#million #perhaps #realize #ten #thousand

It's just a little ranch. Thirty-five acres. In Texas, if it's not a thousand acres, it's considered a ranchette. ↗

— Betty Buckley

#considered #just #little #ranch #texas

Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared. ↗

— Buddha

#being #candle #candles #decreases #happiness

It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell. ↗

— Buddha

#battles #better #cannot #conquer #demons

When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them? ↗

— Sitting Bull

#boy #i #land #lands #men

We are a nation of communities... a brilliant diversity spread like stars, like a thousand points of light in a broad and peaceful sky. ↗

— George H. W. Bush

#broad #communities #diversity #light #like

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. ↗

— George Byron

#drop #falling #ink #like #makes

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins. ↗

— Lord Byron

#hour #lay #may #ruins #scare

I like the evening in India, the one magic moment when the sun balances on the rim of the world, and the hush descends, and ten thousand civil servants drift homeward on a river of bicycles, brooding on the Lord Krishna and the cost of living. ↗

— James Cameron

#bicycles #brooding #civil #civil servants #cost

He was a god above her, powerful, beautiful, larger than life. The light brought out the latent gold of his hair. The shadows contoured the perfect form of his body. Light and shadows converged in his eyes, bright lust, dark anger, and something else. Something else entirely. She recognized it because she’d seen it in the mirror so many times: a bleak, austere loneliness. ↗

— Sherry Thomas

#sherry-thomas #vere #anger