#thomas

If we are ever to enjoy life, now is the time, not tomorrow or next year ... Today should always be our most wonderful day. ↗

— Thomas Dreier

#life

If it is not strong upon your heart to practice what you read, to what end do you read? To increase your own condemnation? If your light and knowledge be not turned into practice, the more knowing a man you are, the more miserable a man you will be in the day of recompense; your light and knowledge will more torment you than all the devils in hell. Your knowledge will be that rod that will eternally lash you, and that scorpion that will forever bite you, and that worm that will everlastingly gnaw you; therefore read, and labor to know that you may do--or else you are undone forever. ↗

— Thomas Brooks

#conviction #knowledge #motivation #puritan #reading

Thomas opened the throttle all the way and passed me, I kid you not, a shiny brass telescope. “Seriously?” I asked him. “Ever since those pirate movies came out, they’re everywhere,” he said. “I’ve got a sextant, too.” “Any tent you have is a sex tent,” I muttered darkly, extending the telescope. Thomas smirked. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#movies

Nature is truly wonderful. Only man is truly foul. ↗

— Thomas A. Edison

#thomas #nature

Voler est un acte de conquête où l'on défie les forces les plus puissantes et les plus fondamentales de la nature. ↗

— Thomas Petzinger Jr

#nature

See yourself the way I see you. Feel the way my hands touch you, think about the way I look at you. I see all of you, Thomas. You think I don't, but I do. Hide it, don't hide it, I know all of it, feel all of it. You're mine. Just let go. Let go and see it. I always have. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#thomas #nature

Oh, for Christ's sake. Nothing is going to make your boy straight, Elaine. I didn't drag him into anything. But you're absolutely right. This is a battle for his soul, and while you may think I'm Lucifer, you sure as hell aren't God. This isn't about you or me. It's about the gift that defines his soul more than you or I will ever hope to do. If he doesn't have that for himself, neither of us will have anything. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#thomas #nature

Then give me your pain, Master. I can bear it as long as I know your lips will touch every mark when you're done, signing it as your work. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#thomas #nature

At least she (Thomas' mom) knows what she wants is dead. What I want just refuses to be with me. Maybe I should compare notes with her on what's worse, for I swear to God sometimes I think if you were dead this would hurt less. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#thomas #nature

That's when I got it. The rough canvas. God paints our bodies over that, over our heart and soul. It's the eyes that tell us what we're really seeing, what's underneath. So all I painted in the picture were greens. Patterns, random slashes, shapes over shapes, shadows, emotions, it's all there. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#thomas #nature