#small

No matter what your past life experiences have been, never allow anyone to diminish you, to make you feel small and wrong. Always stand in your power and truth, even if your truth does not comply with others. Listen to the inner whispers of your heart and it will lead you back home---Sasha Samy. ↗

— Sasha Samy

#small-and-wrong #stand-in-your-power-and-truth #experience

Let others lead small lives, but not you.. Let others argue over small things, but not you.. Let others cry over small hurts, but not you.. Let others leave their future in someone else's hands, but not you. ↗

— Jim Rohn

#jim-rohn #life #other #people #small

I wish I could show you the little village where I was born. It's so lovely there...I used to think it too small to spend a life in, but now I'm not so sure. ↗

— Mary Kelly

#small-town #life

But Gemma, you could change the world." "That should take far more than my power," I say. "True. But change needn't happen all at once. It can be small gestures." "Moments. Do you understand?" He's looking at me differently now, though I cannot say how. I only know I need to look away... We pass by the pools, where the mud larks sift. And for only a few seconds, I let the magic loose again. "Oi! By all the saints!" a boy cries from the river. "Gone off the dock?" an old woman calls. The mud larks break into cackles. "'S not a rock!" he shouts. He races out of the fog, cradling something in his palm. Curiosity gets the better of the others. They crowd about trying to see. In his palm is a smattering of rubies. "We're rich mates! It's a hot bath and a full belly for every one of us!" Kartik eyes me suspiciously. "That was a strange stroke of good fortune." "Yes it was." "I don't suppose that was your doing." "I'm not sure I don't know what you mean," I say. And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time. ↗

— Libba Bray

#gemma-doyle #kartik #luck #magic #small

It's one thing to develop a nostalgia for home while you're boozing with Yankee writers in Martha's Vineyard or being chased by the bulls in Pamplona. It's something else to go home and visit with the folks in Reed's drugstore on the square and actually listen to them. The reason you can't go home again is not because the down-home folks are mad at you--they're not, don't flatter yourself, they couldn't care less--but because once you're in orbit and you return to Reed's drugstore on the square, you can stand no more than fifteen minutes of the conversation before you head for the woods, head for the liquor store, or head back to Martha's Vineyard, where at least you can put a tolerable and saving distance between you and home. Home may be where the heart is but it's no place to spend Wednesday afternoon. ↗

— Walker Percy

#homecoming #nostalgia #small-town #nostalgia

I do have a small collection of traditional SF ideas which I've never been able to sell. I'm known as a fantasy writer and neither my agent nor my editors want to risk my brand by jumping genre. ↗

— Lynn Abbey

#agent #been #brand #collection #editors

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted. ↗

— Aesop

#ever #how #kindness #matter #small

In short, no pattern is an isolated entity. Each pattern can exist in the world only to the extent that is supported by other patterns: the larger patterns in which it is embedded, the patterns of the same size that surround it, and the smaller patterns which are embedded in it. ↗

— Christopher Alexander

#embedded #entity #exist #extent #isolated

Lists are anti-democratic, discriminatory, elitist, and sometimes the print is too small. ↗

— David Ives

#discriminatory #elitist #lists #print #small

When faced with the inevitable fatigue that comes with the recycling of speeches and the recycling of thoughts in a rather small stream of vortex, I am urged to not be ashamed of recycling. ↗

— Barbara Amiel

#ashamed #comes #faced #fatigue #i