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overhead the birds are calling, their cries seeming to feel the air. As i watch, they rise.. flinging their bodies against the sky, intent upon the moment, spinning and turning like embers of smoke upon the air. I envy them, this life of theirs.. the way they live so free of themselves, they are without past, without future, an exaltation of life beating in so many parts, rising up into the infinity of space. watching them i find i want to weep, and yet i have no tears. ↗

— Thomas F. Monteleone

#life

Salvation is more than a word, It is His Word. His word became flesh so we have the opportunity to live. ↗

— Tabitha Robin

#life #live #opportunity #salvation #spiritual

While it is relatively easy to recognize the perennial grasses and seed-eating sparrows as characteristic of meadows, the ecosystems exist in their fullest sense underground. What we see aboveground is only the outer margin of an ecosystem that explodes in intricacy and life below. ↗

— Amy Seidl

#meadows #soil #life

life is a time when you get pleasure until somebody get your ass. and one of the ways to prolong pleasure is to not chop up time with syllables. ↗

— Padgett Powell

#life

Selagi peradaban berkembang, begitu pula nafsu. Api akan membesar terus dan menyebabkan berbagai malapetaka. Pada akhirnya seluruh dunia akan binasa. Jika manusia ingin selamat, api harus dipadamkan. Itu berarti meredam nafsu dan hidup wajar. ↗

— Osamu Tezuka

#inspirational-life #inspirational

To the receptive soul the river of life pauseth not, nor is diminished. ↗

— George Eliot

#life

We are poor plants buoyed up by the air-vessels of our own conceit: alas for us, if we get a few pinches that empty us of that windy self-subsistence. ↗

— George Eliot

#life

Whether or not any of us become racists is a choice we make. And we are called to choose again and again where we stand on the issue of racism at different moments in our life. ↗

— Bell Hooks

#life

People went through life like well handled jugs, collecting chips and scrapes and stains from wear and tear, from holding and pouring life. ↗

— Sarah Hall

#life

I guess life is like a novel. Some of it is written by fate, some of it is written by God... but the part we are ultimately judged by is the part we write ourselves. ↗

— Lynn Johnson

#life