#tin

There's no right way of writing. There's only your way. ↗

— Milton Lomask

#writing-craft

The sun rises in the east every morning and falls in the west, Ayden. Darknesses are awaken and fate is tested, destinies are foreseen. Thy soul the only enemy, a hero is born. A new light rises once again... ↗

— Nadège Richards

#faith #fight #hardships #love #war

After a while you learn the difference between holding a hand and falling in love.. You begin to learn that kisses don't always mean something, Promises can be broken just as quickly as they are made, and goodbyes sometime really are forever! ↗

— Atul Purohit

#faith #life #love #faith

I much prefer working with kids whose life could be completely upended by a reading of a book over a weekend. You give them a book to read - they go home and come back a changed person. And that is so much more interesting and exciting. ↗

— Russell Banks

#book #changed #come #completely #could

All in all, when I look at my dating life from the bigger perspective, it pretty much sucks. If it were a bar graph, and each guy were a different colored bar, and the side of the graph measured things like stupidity, lack of consideration, and overpowering lust, the colored bars of all the guys I’ve dated would crash through the top of the graph and rocket skyward like a testosterone-fueled rainbow. ↗

— Laura Preble

#dating

Every relationship for a Christian is an opportunity to love another person like God has loved us. ↗

— Joshua Harris

#god #i-kissed-dating-goodbye #joshua-harris #love #relationship-with-god

Self-love has very little to do with how you feel about your outer self. It's about accepting all of yourself. ↗

— Tyra Banks

#accepting #feel #how #little #outer

Everybody is waiting for cooler weather--and I am just waiting for you--. (Bob Dylan in a letter) ↗

— Suze Rotolo

#waiting #letters

One thing I knew about the novelist’s task: when in doubt, write; when empty, write; when afraid, write. Nothing is more impenetrable than the blank page. The blank page is the void, the absence of sense and feeling, the white light of literary death. ↗

— Philip Sington

#death

I talked about adopting a baby when I was 20 years old, before it became 'hip.' ↗

— Tyra Banks

#adopting #baby #became #before #hip