#table

I feel more comfortable when I'm lighter - I sleep better, I snore less, I have more endurance when I work out, my arms look better. ↗

— Tyra Banks

#better #comfortable #endurance #feel #i

When a pile of cups is tottering on the edge of the table and you warn that they will crash to the ground, in South Africa you are blamed when that happens. ↗

— Desmond Tutu

#blamed #crash #cups #edge #ground

A dream is your creative vision for your life in the future. You must break out of your current comfort zone and become comfortable with the unfamiliar and the unknown. ↗

— Denis Waitley

#break #comfort #comfort zone #comfortable #creative

I grow my own vegetables and herbs. I like being able to tell people that the lunch I'm serving started out as a seed in my yard. ↗

— Curtis Stone

#being #grow #herbs #i #like

The goal is always to make a nice tableau painting with the voice. The more color I can find, the more shadow I can find - the goal is always to make more nuance and colors. ↗

— Cecilia Bartoli

#color #colors #find #goal #i

Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#children #going #inconsistency #know #never

I feel more comfortable doing films with groups of guys. It's a lot easier for me. There's a difference with women: you can't take them to dinner every night and go crazy. ↗

— Tom Berenger

#crazy #difference #dinner #doing #easier

Injustice, poverty, slavery, ignorance - these may be cured by reform or revolution. But men do not live only by fighting evils. They live by positive goals, individual and collective, a vast variety of them, seldom predictable, at times incompatible. ↗

— Isaiah Berlin

#cured #evils #fighting #goals #ignorance

Shakespeare very rarely makes the least attempt to surprise by his catastrophes. They are felt to be inevitable, though the precise way in which they will be brought about is not, of course, foreseen. ↗

— Andrew Coyle Bradley

#attempt #brought #catastrophes #course #felt

But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#relatable #truth #life