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I was taught by teachers, and if it's one thing I have it's a basketball mind and I try to pass it on and pay it forward. ↗

— Doug Collins

#forward #i #mind #one thing #pass

I've walked a lot in the mountains in Iceland. And as you come to a new valley, as you come to a new landscape, you have a certain view. If you stand still, the landscape doesn't necessarily tell you how big it is. It doesn't really tell you what you're looking at. The moment you start to move the mountain starts to move. ↗

— Olafur Eliasson

#certain #come #how #i #iceland

It's precisely in those moments when I don't know what to do, boredom drives one to try a host of possibilities to either get somewhere or not get anywhere. ↗

— Anish Kapoor

#boredom #drives #either #get #host

A woman's heart must be of such a size and no larger, else it must be pressed small, like Chinese feet; her happiness is to be made as cakes are, by a fixed recipe. ↗

— George Eliot

#chinese #else #feet #fixed #happiness

The season was waning fast Our nights were growing cold at last I took her to bed with silk and song, 'Lay still, my love, I won’t be long; I must prepare my body for passion.' 'O, your body you give, but all else you ration.' 'It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene: A bleeding nymph to leave me serene... I have dreams of a trembling wench.' 'You have dreams,' she said, 'that cannot be quenched.' 'Our passion,' said I, 'should never be feared; As our longing for love can never be cured. Our want is our way and our way is our will, We have the love, my love, that no one can kill.' 'If night is your love, then in dreams you’ll fulfill... This love, our love, that no one can kill.' Yet want is my way, and my way is my will, Thus I killed my love with a sleeping pill. ↗

— Roman Payne

#cold #fear #killing #love #nocturne

You had no right to be born; for you make no use of life. Instead of living for, in, and with yourself, as a reasonable being ought, you seek only to fasten your feebleness on some other person's strength. ↗

— Charlotte Bronte

#born #fasten #feebleness #had #instead

In all private quarrels the duller nature is triumphant by reason of dullness. ↗

— George Eliot

#dullness #nature #private #quarrels #reason

Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar. ↗

— George Eliot

#ancestral #city #funeral #gathered #hemisphere

The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions. ↗

— George Eliot

#degree #derived #each #follow #freedom

Whether happiness may come or not, one should try and prepare one's self to do without it. ↗

— George Eliot

#happiness #may #prepare #self #should