#tree

Be like a branch of a tree; flex your body to face 'wind of sorrow'; flex little harder to dance in the 'wind of happiness'. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#happiness #life #sorrow #tree #life

I don't know about you, but I only have one life, and I don't want to spend it in a sewer of injustice. ↗

— Wallace Shawn

#injustice #laura-flanders #life #occupy-wall-street #protest

If you desire the path of sincerity, develop a love for obscurity. Flee from the clatter and clinks of fame. Be like the roots of a tree; it keeps the tree upright and gives it life, but it itself is hidden underneath the earth and eyes cannot see it. ↗

— Abdullah ibn al-Mubarak

#clinks #earth #eyes #fame #flee

Unless you love, your life will flash by. ↗

— Terrence Malick

#life

...nothing is taken that cannot be found again... (Tree of Life) ↗

— Elita Daniels

#tree-of-life #life

When I was thinking about How Poetry Saved My Life entering the “big literary world” I more so viewed it as sub genre or an underdog book because there are still comparatively so few books about sex work, especially from authors who once worked street, like I have. Disclosing to working street-level sex work still feels risky to me. Apart from Runaway by Evelyn Lau (published in 1989) I have yet to read a first person memoir about street work. More of these stories must be out there—perhaps I just haven’t found them yet. ↗

— Amber Dawn

#street-sex-work #survival-sex-work #life

If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#humans #love #maggie-stiefvater #nature #the-raven-boys

I am not going to tell you my name, not yet at any rate.' A queer half-knowing, half-humorous look came with a green flicker into his eyes. 'For one thing it would take a long while: my name is growing all the time, and I've lived a very long, long time; so my name is like a story. Real names tell you the story of things they belong to in my language, in the Old Entish as you might say. It is a lovely language, but it takes a very long time saying anything in it, because we do not say anything in it, unless it is worth taking a long time to say, and to listen to. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#humor

Mrs. Bittarcy rustled ominously, holding her peace meanwhile. She feared long words she did not understand. Beelzebub lay hid among too many syllables. ↗

— Algernon Blackwood

#love

Strangely enough as much as everyone believe’s I’m gay – and by now I probably am gay as may… Hana-chan was the first person I ever loved. ↗

— J.E. Haldeman

#non-book-quotes #saitou-fujiwara #street-team-quotes #love