#ture

Life is a journey that gives you the liberty to draw your own map, and choose your own route. ↗

— Dennis E. Adonis

#decisions #future #journey #life #mistakes

Future belong to anyone who dare take a step further. ↗

— Darwin Boy Sxander

#life-lessons #life

The kipper was in a race for it's life, and it knew it. It used all the skill its Maker had given it and drew the creature far away from the craft, to be sacrifice in the end. It was a fitting task for the kipper. But...there is a thing about monsters. They remember. ↗

— Kathy Frias

#life

The future cannot be determined. I can only be experienced as it is occurring. Life doesn't know what it will be until it notices what it has become. ↗

— Margaret J. Wheatley

#present #life

Literature is a writer's secret life recorded in symbols. ↗

— Will Lavender

#life

It's a special form of scholarly neurosis,´ said Camel. `He's no longer able to distinguish between life and literature.´ ↗

— David Lodge

#life

Our ability to look back on the past, our need or desire to make sense of it, is both a blessing and a curse; and our inability to see into the future with any degree of accuracy is, simultaneously, the thing that saves us and the thing that condemns us. ↗

— James Robertson

#history #insight #life #mankind #past

The existence of insignificant people has very important consequences in the world. It can be shown to affect the price of bread and the rate of wages, to call forth many evil tempers from the selfish and many heroisms from the sympathetic, and, in other ways, to play no small part in the tragedy of life. ↗

— George Eliot

#people #life

Now that his children had grown into their lives, their own children too, there was no one who needed more than the idea of him, and he thought maybe that was why he had this nagging feeling, this sense that there were things he had to know for himself, only for himself. He knew, of course he knew, that a life wasn't anything like one of those novels Jenny read, that it stumbled along, bouncing off one thing, then another, until it just stopped, nothing wrapped up neatly. He remembered his children's distress at different times, failing an exam or losing a race, a girlfriend. Knowing that they couldn't believe him but still trying to tell them that it would pass, that they would be amazed, looking back, to think it had mattered at all. He thought of himself, thought of things that had seemed so important, so full of meaning when he was twenty, or forty, and he thought maybe it was like Jenny's books after all. Red herrings and misdirection, all the characters and observations that seemed so central, so significant while the story was unfolding. But then at the end you realized that the crucial thing was really something else. Something buried in a conversation, a description - you realized that all along it had been a different answer, another person glimpsed but passed over, who was the key to everything. Whatever everything was. And if you went back, as Jenny sometimes did, they were there, the clues you'd missed while you were reading, caught up in the need to move forward. All quietly there. ↗

— Mary Swan

#epiphany #hindsight #life #literature #meaning

There is no chronic disease to be found among fish and animal life in the sea that compares to those on land. It is also known that all land animals develop arteriosclerosis, yet sea animals have never been diagnosed as arteriosclerotic. ↗

— Dr. Maynard Murray

#sea-agriculture #sea-salt-nutrition #soil #life