#still

Writing itself is a dream. There are days of self doubt and deadlines and wondering how you're going to pay the bills until you write that bestseller. But it's still the best job I've ever had. I've also been able to help a lot of people and even inspire a few and that feels great. ↗

— Graham Brown

#also #been #best #bestseller #bills

Sometimes we have to go through difficult times in life," he said. "But they're just a test, and if we stay strong, we're eventually rewarded. ↗

— Chevy Stevens

#life

I was in love. With a two-dimensional object. A mute in love with a painting. Lovely. Just lovely. ↗

— Leanna Renee Hieber

#love

I still like to go to record stores, I like to just wander around and I'll buy whatever catches my attention. ↗

— Bruce Springsteen

#attention #buy #catches #go #i

Love is a soft whisper coming from the beating one's heart. It's gentle rhythm gives you a feeling of ecstasy you cannot readily fathom for it's not easily defined nor there are finite reasons as to why it is felt by someone. ↗

— Elizabeth E. Castillo

#love-quotes #love

I uttered his name like a silent whisper of the falling rain - saying love is his game as the cool breeze sets in."- Elizabeth's Shorter Poems ↗

— Elizabeth E. Castillo

#love #short-poems #whisper #love

If a mother is mourning not for what she has lost but for what her dead child has lost, it is a comfort to believe that the child has not lost the end for which it was created. And it is a comfort to believe that she herself, in losing her chief or only natural happiness, has not lost a greater thing, that she may still hope to "glorify God and enjoy Him forever." A comfort to the God-aimed, eternal spirit within her. But not to her motherhood. The specifically maternal happiness must be written off. Never, in any place or time, will she have her son on her knees, or bathe him, or tell him a story, or plan for his future, or see her grandchild. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#death #grief #grieving #loss #miscarriage

One night I was standing on Third Avenue playing my guitar, when this big Irish policeman came strolling by, and stopped to listen to my singing and playing. When I was done, he politely handed me a ticket for disturbing the peace, while at the same time telling me how much he liked my voice. I wish I still had that ticket. ↗

— Frank Stallone

#big #came #disturbing #done #guitar

Standing still is never an option so long as inequities remain embedded in the very fabric of the culture. ↗

— Tim Wise

#culture #inequities #justice #organizing #racism

I'd rather not, but if it will help the club, I'll do it. My ankle injury still bothers me sometimes. ↗

— Bill Buckner

#bothers #club #help #i #injury