#story

Each new day is a blank page in the diary of your life. The secret of success is in turning that diary into the best story you possibly can. ↗

— Douglas Pagels

#life #new-day #page #seceret #story

We are doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past, and no amount of education gleaned from our propensity for self-destruction and misguided thinking ever teaches us anything. Not anything that we remember for more than a generation or two. I think maybe we learn a few things each time that we don't forget. A few things that stick with us. It's just hard to pass those things on to those who come after us because if they didn't live through it, they don't view it the same way we do. If you don't experience something firsthand, it's a lot harder to accept. Terry Brooks, Bearers of the Black Staff, p 89 ↗

— Terry Brooks

#education

Call no man happy until he is dead. ↗

— Solon

#happiness #history #philosophy #the-good-life #life

And in the absence of facts, myth rushes in, the kudzu of history. ↗

— Stacy Schiff

#facts-and-ideas #history #myth #life

The true story of every person in this world is not the story you see, the external story. The true story of each person is the journey of his or her heart. ↗

— John Eldredge

#heart #life #story #life

The more I learn, the more I yearn. ↗

— Aaron B. Powell

#living #philosophy #philosophy-of-life #life

As you travel around medieval England you will come across a sport described by some contemporaries as 'abominable ... more common, undignified and worthless than any other game, rarely ending but with some loss, accident or disadvantage to the players themselves'. This is football. ↗

— Ian Mortimer

#history #medieval-life #sport #life

The difference between real life and a story is that life has significance, while a story must have meaning. The former is not always apparent, while the latter always has to be, before the end. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#fiction #fictional #life #meaning #pattern

I walked him down to the front door, and the Savannah air assaulted me as I opened the door. “This town was never the same without you.” He turned around and started his short walk home, disappearing into the black of the night. ↗

— Alexandria Rhodes

#more-than-you-know #home

Our connection was like a hidden force pulling us towards one another, and resisting it took a strength that I didn’t know I could keep up for much longer. ↗

— Michelle Madow

#love #love-story #true-love #love