#sing

Extreme nationalism and Bolshevism have broken up the old world, a new world is in the making. It is literally true that old things are passing away; all things may become new, granted we have wise, unselfish, and determined guides. ↗

— John Raleigh Mott

#away #become #bolshevism #broken #determined

For the first half of this century, High Court judges have been cautious to the point of timidity in expressing any criticism of governmental action; the independence of the judiciary has been of a decidedly subordinate character. ↗

— Ferdinand Mount

#any #been #cautious #century #character

History will see advertising as one of the real evil things of our time. It is stimulating people constantly to want things, want this, want that. ↗

— Malcolm Muggeridge

#constantly #evil #history #our #our time

It was an experience being on a Beatles tour. They weren't very good. The singing was great, but the playing was a bit weak. ↗

— Robin Trower

#being #bit #experience #good #great

Every great political campaign rewrites the rules; devising a new way to win is what gives campaigns a comparative advantage against their foes. ↗

— John Podhoretz

#against #campaign #campaigns #comparative #devising

Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly happy when they don't notice whether it's passing quickly or slowly. ↗

— Ivan Turgenev

#bird #flies #generally #happy #human

Relax. Refresh. Renew. Play. Sing. Laugh. Enjoy. Forgive. Dance. Love. Hug. Share. Kiss. Create. Explore. Hope. Listen. Dare. Trust. Dream. Learn. TODAY! ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#dance #dare #dream #enjoy #explore

When i tell them about my dreams and they laugh, i make sure that I laugh Last. ↗

— Dear Hardwork

#chase #coaching #dream #dreaming #emotions

Gavin stood within the trees, observing her from the shadows. He watched the basket rise to her nose as she closed her eyes to sniff at its contents. A smile told him it smelled delicious, but she didn’t open the container to pinch off a sample. Instead, the basket lowered to swing at her side as it had previously done. All at once the air was filled with soft singing--a sweet, merry tune comprised of ludicrous lyrics. It was impossible not to grin at the words. “Rainbows paint the sky ‘til the sun melts their colors. Swinging in the wind, whiskered cattails purr. The pigs gallop by and snort at the moon, While frogs kiss the lizards and princesses too.” ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#dreamland #dreams #gavin #richelle #richelle-goodrich

I,' she began in her thoughts, as we all do when thinking of ourselves. But this I was her, something, someone whose life she really lived. She was this I, in body and soul, one with its very flesh, its memories, its past, present and future, all of which we seal into a single destiny each time we face ourselves and utter that tiny, unalterable word: 'I. ↗

— Dezső Kosztolányi

#musings #life