#service

Service is the measure of greatness; it always has been true; it is true today, and it always will be true, that he is greatest who does the most of good. Nearly all of our controversies and combats grow out of the fact that we are trying to get something from each other--there will be peace when our aim is to do something for each other. The human measure of a human life is its income; the divine measure of a life is its outgo, its overflow--its contribution to the welfare of all. ↗

— William Jennings Bryan

#life

Remember that yours is not the only heart that may be wishing for love. ↗

— Cameron Dokey

#true-to-life #way-to-be #life

Love is Sacrifice. When you love, sacrifice is easy. And when you really love, sacrifice is joy. ↗

— Gramma Roxie Owens

#service #love

I cannot do all the good that the world needs. But the world needs all the good that I can do. ↗

— Jana Stanfield

#caring #good #good-deeds #help #helping-others

And whatever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord and not to men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance; for you serve the Lord Christ. ↗

— Anonymous

#scripture #service #work #men

Relationships are never about power, and one way to avoid the will to power is to choose to limit oneself- to serve. ↗

— Wm. Paul Young

#service #tragedy

They're so broke that they've actually cut essential services. In many places, they've cut policemen, because, who the fuck needs them? Or firemen, son of a bitch, it's much more fun watching something burn down. ↗

— Lewis Black

#budget #comedy #economy #fire #police

The worst thing you can do is censor yourself as the pencil hits the paper. You must not edit until you get it all on paper. If you can put everything down, stream-of-consciousness, you'll do yourself a service. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#down #edit #everything #get #hits

Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body. Your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before I met you, I relied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm, you play upon me, drumming me taut. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#service

The Wanderlust has got me... by the belly-aching fire ↗

— Robert W. Service

#traveling #wanderlust #service