#uf

I've been working on my own music. I've been writing an album, stuff that's kind of personal to my own life. ↗

— Ariel Winter

#been #i #kind #life #music

You tell me you love me, but I’m not sure you know what love is, or how fast it flies, or how much it resembles a UFO, or what kind of weapon you’d use to shoot it down. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#aliens #extra-terrestrial #flies #fly #flying

In every generation there is a chosen one. She alone will stand against the vampires the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the slayer. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#coming-of-age-metaphore #feminism #iconic #age

Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#best #deeply #had #i #invent

Even in the darkest clouds There are specks of joy Out of the darkness Comes light Just as day Always follows night ↗

— Karen Hackel

#living #new-age #suffering #age

The period before the dawn of knowledge is called the age of darkness. ↗

— Wasif Ali Wasif

#sufi-wisdom #age

You don't appreciate a lot of stuff in school until you get older. Little things like being spanked every day by a middle-aged woman: Stuff you pay good money for in later life. ↗

— Emo Philips

#being #day #every #every day #get

Wisdom comes through suffering or old age. ↗

— Lesley Pearse

#georgia #lesley #old #pearse #suffering

When we refuse to work with our disappointment, we break the Precepts: rather than experience the disappointment, we resort to anger, greed, gossip, criticism. Yet it's the moment of being that disappointment which is fruitful; and, if we are not willing to do that, at least we should notice that we are not willing. The moment of disappointment in life is an incomparable gift that we receive many times a day if we're alert. This gift is always present in anyone's life, that moment when 'It's not the way I want it! ↗

— Charlotte Joko Beck

#disappointment #emotions #growth #life #suffering

Couldn't the wrong sort of living turn anyone mean? I remembered very well that one day back in Yoroido, a boy pushed me into a thorn bush near the pond. By the time I clawed my way out I was mad enough to bite through wood. If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even stone can be worn down with enough rain. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#suffering #anger