#than

In retrospect I realize that the threat was about ego rather than the validity of the music. ↗

— David Baker

#ego #i #music #rather #realize

That no matter what i did, I would always be missing something else. And the only way to live, the only way to be happy, was to make sure the things I didn't miss meant more to me than the things I missed. ↗

— David Levithan

#life #love #life

I've had bad jobs. Now I have a good one. I'm thankful. ↗

— Maurice Greene

#good #had #i #jobs #now

I don't even know what I'm looking for, although I hope I'll know it if I find it along the way. Sometimes I want to simplify my life into a simple bare thing. And other times I want to complicate it so thoroughly that everything I touch will become bound in some way to me. I've become quite aware of my contradictions, but there's no true resolution in that. ↗

— David Levithan

#contradictions #david-levithan #life #life

Except for politics, no business is scrutinized more exhaustively than journalism. ↗

— Russell Baker

#except #journalism #more #politics #scrutinized

You've got to guard against speaking more clearly than you think. ↗

— Howard H. Baker, Jr.

#clearly #got #guard #more #speaking

[…] life is just the misery left between abortion and euthanasia […] ↗

— Sebastian Horsley

#euthanasia #life #life

Gratitude is the real treasure God wants us to find, because it isn't the pot of gold but the rainbow that colors our world. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#color #gold #gratitude #rainbow #richelle

If there be any truer measure of a man than by what he does, it must be by what he gives. ↗

— Bishop Robert South

#does #gives #man #measure #measure of a man

Brod’s life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. Table, ivory elephant charm, rainbow, onion, hairdo, mollusk, Shabbos, violence, cuticle, melodrama, ditch, honey, doily… None of it moved her. She addressed her world honestly, searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her, but to each she would have to say, I don’t love you. Bark-brown fence post: I don’t love you. Poem too long: I don’t love you. Physics, the idea of you, the laws of you: I don’t love you. Nothing felt like anything more than what it actually was. Everything was just a thing, mired completely in its thingness. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#jonathan-safran-foer #life