#very

Every now and again I just really have to have that steak or lamb chop. But yeah, B.C. - before cancer - I would eat red meat probably three or four times a week, easily. I am convinced that the amount of red meat I contributed to it. ↗

— Robin Roberts

#am #amount #before #cancer #chop

The director is a Canadian, Jeff Stephenson, and any time I get a script that has any Canadian component, I'm always immediately much more interested. ↗

— Kathleen Robertson

#bad #choice #doing #everyone #i

No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous. ↗

— Henry Adams

#mean #means #say #says #slippery

The very fact that you are a complainer, shows that you deserve your lot. ↗

— James Allen

#deserve #fact #lot #shows #very

While I know myself as a creation of God, I am also obligated to realize and remember that everyone else and everything else are also God's creation. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#am #creation #else #everyone #everything

We must be our own authentically unique truth, and question who we are, what created us, and what processes within us are alien and externally created. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#love-yourself #truth-in-you #uniqueness-of-individual #love

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies. ↗

— Jane Austen

#every man #man #neighborhood #spies #surrounded

What destiny is there, but to sense, observe, merge, re-emerge, Empty, yet filled, spreading everywhere, inside, outside, in, Pulsing, fluctuating, breathing as part of one being, Whispering, feeling, reflecting, flowing between hot and cold, Mineral and plant, dark and light, love and fear, new and old. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#breathing #destiny #everywhere #feeling #flowing

She didn't tell him white folks couldn't love the same as coloreds. She couldn't love the same neither though, cuz more than half of her was white. ↗

— Shannon Celebi

#colored #race #race-america #race-relations #racism

An Druides be, thanne answere me: whos love in Eire is moste fyn and fre?" Herne "whether in bedde or in feeld do ye meet, Flidais awaiteth your limbes to greet." Atticus ↗

— Kevin Hearne

#love