#use

If you sweep a house, and tend its fires and fill its stove, and there is love in you all the years you are doing this, then you and that house are married, that house is yours. ↗

— Truman Capote

#love

The number of great museums and nonprofits versus the number of corporate headquarters is incredibly out of whack. ↗

— Richard Stengel

#great #headquarters #incredibly #museums #number

Houses are like people - some you like and some you don't like - and once in a while there is one you love. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#love #love

They're not chicks. They're ducks. ↗

— Lauren Myracle

#carly #chicks #confused #love #peace

Remember that what you have is unique because it's your own special way of looking at the world. ↗

— Louise Brown

#looking #own #remember #special #unique

I look to the future because that's where I'm going to spend the rest of my life. ↗

— George Burns

#future #going #i #life #look

Look to the future, because that is where you'll spend the rest of your life. ↗

— George Burns

#future #life #look #rest #spend

If a girl wasn't loved a little bit, without the depth of affection that might at least be mistaken for love, she was being used, and no one was the better for being used ↗

— Dean Koontz

#used #love

Perhaps the most difficult thing about loving and helping an addict, which most people who haven’t been through it don’t understand, is this: every day the cycle continues is your new worst day. When looked at from the outside it seems endless, the same thing over and over again; but when you’re living it, it’s like being a hamster on a wheel. Every day there’s the chronic anxiety of waiting for news, the horrible rush when it turns out to be bad, the overwhelming sense of déjà vu – and the knowledge that, despite your best efforts, you’ll probably be here again. Even so-called good days are not without their drawbacks. You enjoy them as much as you can, but in the back of your mind there’s the lurking fear that tomorrow you could be back to square one again, or worse. For me, this was life with Amy. If I was stopped by someone in the street and they asked how Amy was doing, I knew they wouldn’t understand if I told them what was going on. I’d learned that it’s nearly impossible to explain how this could keep happening. I’d imagined that, as they offered sympathy, they’d be wondering, How can her family let this carry on? Or, Why didn’t they lock her up until she was clean? But unless an addict wants to quit, they’ll find a way to get drugs, and as soon as they leave the rehab facility they’ll pick up where they left off. Long before Amy was an addict, no one could tell her what to do. Once she became an addict, that stubbornness just got worse. There were times when she wanted to be clean, but the times when she didn’t outnumbered them. ↗

— Mitch Winehouse

#family

She is like the morning," he said. "With that golden hair, those blue eyes, and that fresh bloom on her cheek, she is like the summer morning. The birds here will mistake her for it. We will not call such a lovely young creature as that, who is a joy to all mankind, an orphan. She is the child of the universe. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#love