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I couldn't make sense of things. But then I began the process of civilising myself and trying to become a decent human being. I'm still working on it. ↗

— Jimmy Nail

#began #being #decent #human #human being

There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall. ↗

— Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

#beat #bitter #days #freedom #head

Grudge no expense - yield to no opposition - forget fatigue - till, by the strength of prayer and sacrifice, the spirit of love shall have overcome . ↗

— Maria Weston Chapman

#fatigue #forget #grudge #love #opposition

Most of us are imprisoned by something. We're living in darkness until something flips on the switch. ↗

— Wynonna Judd

#flips #imprisoned #living #most #something

Until we are all free, we are none of us free. ↗

— Emma Lazarus

#none #until #us

So I'd been captured? So I was starving? Did that mean I had to shrivel up and die? I could still slither. I could still hiss. Nothing had been stolen from me except my freedom. What I needed was a new plan. ↗

— Patrick Jennings

#ethics #freedom #pet #reptile #snake

You should regard each meeting with a friend as a sitting he is unwillingly giving you for a portrait - a portrait that, probably, when you or he die, will still be unfinished. And, though this is an absorbing pursuit, nevertheless, the painters are apt to end pessimists. For however handsome and merry may be the face, however rich may be the background, in the first rough sketch of each portrait, yet with every added stroke of the brush, with ever modification of the chiaroscuro, the eyes looking out at you grow more disquieting. And, finally, it is your own face that you are staring at in terror, as in a mirror by candlelight, when all the house is still. ↗

— Hope Mirrlees

#faces #friendship #portraiture #when-all-the-house-is-still #friendship

Remember always that the composer's pen is still mightier than the bow of the violinist; in you lie all the possibilities of the creation of beauty. ↗

— John Philip Sousa

#beauty #bow #composer #creation #lie

Very conscious of the fact that an effort was being made to destroy my mind, because I was deprived of books, deprived of any means of writing, deprived of human companionship. You never know how much you need it until you're deprived of it. ↗

— Wole Soyinka

#because #being #books #companionship #conscious

I am proud of my kids, but I also want to make my mom proud of me. I'm still a momma's girl at the heart of the situation. ↗

— Tori Spelling

#am #girl #heart #i #i am