#ship

The art of leadership is saying no, not yes. It is very easy to say yes. ↗

— Tony Blair

#art

Not all that have fallen are vanquished. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#heaven #hope #inspirational #jrr-tolkien #life-lessons

Cheaters are cowards that are tempted to chase the fantasy of what could be… instead of courageously addressing their own self-destructive behavior and cultivating what is. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#cheater #cheating #life #love #relationships

Janet Malcolm had famously described journalism as the art of seduction and betrayal. Any reporter who didn't see journalism as "morally indefensible" was either "too stupid" or "too full of himself," she wrote. I disagreed. Without shutting the door on the possibility that I was both stupid and full of myself, I'd never bought into the seduction and betrayal conceit. At most, journalism - particularly when writing about media-hungry public figures - was like the seduction of a prostitute. The relationship was transactional. They weren't talking to me because they liked me or because I impressed them; they were talking to me because they wanted the cover of Rolling Stone. ↗

— Michael Hastings

#transactional-relationships #art

The entire partying lifestyle was superficial in my experience, and most of my friendships were as deep as a shot glass and as short-lived as a pack of cigarettes. ↗

— Kate Madison

#friendship #lifestyle #memoir #partying #shot-glass

I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning how to sail my ship. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#how #i #learning #sail #ship

A friend's loyalty lasts longer than their memory. Over the course of a long friendship, you might fight with your friend, even get angry with them. But a true friend will forget that anger after a while, because their loyalty to their friend outweighs the memory of the disagreement. ↗

— Matthew Reilly

#anger

Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same: Harry thought they breathed. What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends . . . friends . . . friends . . . ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#beauty

I was their leader. I would never leave them, not even in the time of death. ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#leadership #death

And I'll dance with you in Vienna, I'll be wearing a river's disguise. The hyacinth wild on my shoulder my mouth on the dew of your thighs. And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss. And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty, my cheap violin and my cross. ↗

— Leonard Cohen

#love #memory #music #beauty