#tie

‎Today is a new day. It's a day you have never seen before and will never see again. Stop telling yourself the 'same crap, different day' lie! How many days has that lie stolen from you? Seize the wonder and uniqueness of today! Recognize that throughout this beautiful day, you have an incredible amount of opportunities to move your life into the direction you want it to go. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#carpe-diem #choices #inspirational #life #motivational

Yes, sir, a patrol car came and took me down to a station where they were trying to develop films, but they hadn't got the facilities to develop colored film. ↗

— Abraham Zapruder

#car #colored #develop #down #facilities

For those who are lost, there will always be cities that feel like home. ↗

— Simon Van Booy

#beauty

He watched me rake my fingers through the tangles in my hair and smiled. “Quit it. You’re fucking beautiful.” “Just point me to the nearest eighties rock video,” I said. ↗

— Jamie McGuire

#beautiful-disaster #eighties-rock-video #funny #jamie-mcguire #travis-maddox

Recognize that throughout this beautiful day,you have an incredible amount of opportunities to move your life into the direction you want it to go. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#beautiful-day #inspiration #life #motivation #opportunities

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful, but the beauty is grim. ↗

— Christopher Morley

#beauty

An ugly baby is a very nasty object - and the prettiest is frightful. ↗

— Queen Victoria

#frightful #nasty #object #prettiest #ugly

Once lay down the rule that the job comes first and you throw that job open to every individual, man or woman, fat or thin, tall or short, ugly or beautiful, who is able to do that job better than the rest of the world. ↗

— Dorothy L. Sayers

#career #discrimination #empowerment #equality #jobs

I've said many a time that I think the Un-American Activities Committee in the House of Representatives was the most un-American thing in America! ↗

— Harry S. Truman

#america #committee #house #i #i think

The faintness of the voice was pitiable and dreadful. It was not the faintness of physical weakness, thought confinement and hard fare no doubt had their part in it. Its deplorable peculiarity was, that it was the faintness of solitude and disuse. It was like the last feeble echo of a sound made long and long ago. So enirely had it lost the and resonance of the human voice, that it affected the senses like a once beautiful colour faded away into a poor weak stain. So sunken and suppressed it was, that it was like a voice underground, So expressive it was, of a hopeless and lost creature, that a famished traveller, wearied out by lonely wandering in a wilderness, would have remembered home and friends in such a tone before lying down to die ↗

— Charles Dickens

#beauty