#six

Who can tell truth from falsehood any more? I say it, and you feel it in your hearts: no man or woman on this big small earth. How should our sages miss the mark of life, and our most skillful players lose the game? your hearts will tell you, as my heart has told me: because all know, and no one understands. ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#six-nonlectures #truth #wisdom #life

My parents didn't want to move to Florida, but they turned sixty and that's the law. ↗

— Jerry Seinfeld

#law #move #parents #sixty #turned

Life is but a fine wine to be sipped and favored. ↗

— Pittacus Lore

#i-am-number-four #life #lorien-legacies #power-of-six #wisdom

I am seventeen. The good things about seventeen is that you’re not sixteen. Sixteen goes with the word sweet, and I am so far from sweet. ↗

— Francine Pascal

#seventeen #sixteen #sweet #sweet-sixteen #teens

The Commission has five commissioners from each side, plus three alternates, so all together sixteen members, people who are independent from the two governments, who have a lot of integrity, professional competence, and who have credibility in their respective countries. ↗

— Jose Ramos-Horta

#commissioners #competence #countries #credibility #each

And I'll never forget the first time I took the possibility to project sound every day for six or seven hours with special devices which were built for me. ↗

— Karlheinz Stockhausen

#day #devices #every #every day #first

I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph. ↗

— Shirley Temple

#asked #autograph #believing #claus #department

Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe. ↗

— Abraham Lincoln

#chop #down #first #four #give

The sun glanced off a long, wicked looking knife in the Comanche's grip. At least Cash wouldn't have long to mourn. The other Indians held similar weapons, but they hung back as their leader knelt next to Sullivan. He muttered something, low and guttural, a single syllable that sounded like an insult, then picked up a lock of Sullivan's hair. The knife descended toward his scalp. "No!" Reese shouted. "Me." The Comanche paused and stared at him with a spark of interest, almost admiration. But that couldn't be since the Indian had no idea what Reese was saying. He continued to try anyway. "Me first." He struggled, wishing he could use his hands to point at himself. "Shut the hell up, Reese," Sullivan said. "What possible difference does it make who they kill first?" "Who knows what might happen. While they're working on me, anyone could show up and save the rest of you." "In that case, me first," Cash drawled. "Me." "No. Yo primero!" "Kid, I'm the only one without a wife and far too many children. No one would miss me." "I would." The words were punctuated by the distinct sound of a rifle being cocked. All eyes turned toward the man who had appeared at the edge of the clearing. Cash's sigh of relief was in direct contrast to the sneer in his voice. "About damn time, Rev. We've been waitin' on you. ↗

— Lori Handeland

#rock-creek-six-series #western #historical-romance

This building fool could only be Bess of Hardwicke, a woman whose name is seldom seen in print without the word “redoubtable” in front of it. I wondered if anyone ever called her redoubtable to her face. I redoubted it. ↗

— Joann Spears

#historical-fiction #six-of-one-by-joann-spears #tudors #women-s-humor #historical-fiction