#ss

A smile is the lighting system of the face and the heating system of the heart ↗

— Barbara Johnstone

#life

The best of humanity's recorded history is a creative balance between horrors endured and victories achieved, and so it was during the Harlem Renaissance. ↗

— Aberjhani

#creativity #harlem-renaissance #history #horror #humanity

Hidup itu adalah rangkaian perjuangan demi perjuangan. Maka janganlah ada yang menyerah berputus asa dan menganggap perjuangan hidup adalah satu yang sia-sia. Tetaplah tegar meski yang lain berguguran. Tetaplah tersenyum meskipun perjuangan ini terasa pahit dan berliku. Kerana DIA tidak akan mensia-siakan perjuangan kita ↗

— Dhiya Zafira

#life

ما أطول الطرق التي نسلكها دون معرفة المحطة التي سنتوقف فيها أو الغاية التي نرغب في بلوغها ↗

— عبد الله زايد

#life-lessons #novel #life

The applause was so loud and insistent that I had to respond with several encores. I was numb with happiness, when it was over, I knew that this alone must be my life and my world. ↗

— Leni Riefenstahl

#applause #encores #had #happiness #i

Las cosas fluyen hacia donde tienen que fluir, y por más que te esfuerces e intentes hacerlo lo mejor posible, cuando llega el momento de herir a alguien lo hieres. La vida es así. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#life

But the monotonous life led by invalids often makes them like children, inasmuch as thy have neither of them any sense of proportion in events, and seem each to believe that the walls and curtains which shut in their world, and shut out everything else, must of necessity be larger than anything hidden beyond. ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#life

I missed Rosaleen's snoring the way you'd miss the sound of the ocean waves after you've gotten used to sleeping with them. I didn't realize how it had comforted me. Quiteness has a strange, spongy hum that can nearly break your eardrums. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#life

And since he was seeing more and more people who were unhappy for no apparent reason, he was becoming more and more tired, and even a little happy himself. He began to wonder whether he was in the right profession, whether he was happy with his life, whether he wasn't missing out on something. And then he felt very afraid because he wondered whether these unhappy people were contagious. ↗

— François Lelord

#unhappiness #life

Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing. ↗

— Cameron Conaway

#life #passions #writing #life