#there

Life is like that - twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy. ↗

— V.C. Andrews

#life

In everyone there sleeps A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make By loving others, but across most it sweeps, As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures. ↗

— Philip Larkin

#life

I have only ever read one book in my life, and that is White Fang. It's so frightfully good I've never bothered to read another. ↗

— Nancy Mitford

#book #bothered #ever #fang #good

Time = Life, Therefore, waste your time and waste of your life, or master your time and master your life. ↗

— Alan Lakein

#life #master #our time #therefore #waste

You can't run away from trouble. There ain't no place that far. ↗

— Uncle Remus

#living #there-ain-t-no-place-that-far #trouble #you-can-t-run-from-trouble #life

Any ground subtracts its own hue from the colors which it carries and therefore influences. ↗

— Josef Albers

#carries #colors #ground #hue #influences

For me, prayer is an aspiration of the heart, it is a simple glance directed to heaven, it is a cry of gratitude and love in the midst of trial as well as joy; finally it is something great, supernatural, which expands my soul and unites me to Jesus. ↗

— St. Therese of Liseiux

#story-of-a-soul #love

I know for a fact that no matter where I go, the memory and the suffering of not being with you will cripple me. I will go to work, fire up my PC, only to check if you're online. I will hover the pointer to your name, it will pop your contact details--just the contact details, no photo, no one-liners, no sign of what we used to have--but I shall linger and stare at it for hours. I will attempt to start a chat, but will close it without even a word to type. I will try to divert my thoughts back to work. But will fail. I will always go back to you. One hour to another, it's 5 PM. I pack my things, unproductive for the day and smile. I'm doing that again tomorrow and the next. ↗

— CSTPimentel

#bothered #chat #computer #hopeful #love

Those who create are rare; those who cannot are numerous. Therefore, the latter are stronger. ↗

— Coco Chanel

#create #latter #numerous #rare #stronger

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#spring