#try

Making endings sound the same isn’t just bad poetry, it also slanders everyone with a superior posterior. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #humor #poetry #funny

I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept? ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#acceptance #dejan-stojanovic #faith #literature #literature-quotes

When I stand strong in you I can look beyond the clouds With your words The sun will rise again ↗

— April Nichole

#poetry #religious #faith

If God closes a door AND a window, consider the fact that it might be time to build a whole new house. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#closed-doors #destiny #faith #faith-in-god #holding-out-for-the-best

Your message, your ministry, your influence is built from your flaws. People relate to HUMANITY...not perfection. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#authenticity #destiny #discovering-your-greater-calling #faith #faith-in-god

I’m not aspiring to be someone else – If I’m me for the rest of my life then so be it ↗

— Terry Lander

#comedy #funny #humour #inspiration #life

One must love God first, and only then can one love one's closest of kin and neighbors. We must not be idols to one another, for such is not the will of God. ↗

— Elder Thaddeus of Vitovnica

#eastern-orthodoxy #family #god #idolatry #love

What could my mother be to yours? What kin is my father to yours anyway? And how did you and I meet ever? But in love our hearts have mingled like red earth and pouring rain. ↗

— Vikram Chandra

#kinship #love #poetry #family

This is my country, that is your country, these are the conceptions of narrow souls, to the liberal minded the whole world is a family ↗

— Virchand Raghavji Gandhi

#country #family #inpirational-quotes #liberal #motivational-quotes

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#friendship