#w

I was starting to wonder if I was ready to be a writer, not someone who won prizes, got published and was given the time and space to work, but someone who wrote as a course of life. Maybe writing wouldn't have any rewards. Maybe the salvation I would gain through work would only be emotional and intellectual. Wouldn't that be enough, to be a waitress who found an hour or two hidden in every day to write? ↗

— Ann Patchett

#beauty

Love is an utterly bygone, sorry, worn-out, miserable thing with me- for him or anyone else. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#love

I quickly, swiftly, reach in, pluck out, and peer into the mirror. 'I am still here.' I am in the glass, in this moment. After this moment, I may not be here; I may be a person who does not know where she is, or why. I leave the kitchen table to bathe, and to dress for church. If only my closet held on its shelves an array of faces I could wear rather than dresses, I would know which face to put on today. As for the dresses, I haven't a clue. ↗

— Tim Cummings

#afterlife #astrology #brothers #children-of-celebrities #class-struggle

Being salt and light demands two things: we practice purity in the midst of a fallen world and yet we live in proximity to this fallen world. If you don't hold up both truth in tension, you invariably becomes useless and separated from the world God loves. ↗

— David Kinnaman

#worldliness #love

I have loved and been loved, thoroughly and deeply by good and decent people who believed in me. Who let me dare to believe in myself. ↗

— Carolee Dean

#love

To be fair, you can tell me what you think of me,” Max offered. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just making a few observations.” “How could I possibly know enough about you to make a proper judgment?” His tone was harsher than he’d anticipated. “You’ve taken a stranger into your home without so much as a second thought and offered everything but your bed. Crazy comes to mind. Suicidal maybe.” Max leaned forward in her chair, readying her defenses. “Excuse me?” “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful here but please remember that you don’t know me. I appreciate all that you’ve done but that doesn’t entitle you to judge me.” “I wasn’t judging you,” she bit back. “But maybe you’re right. I don’t think I thought this through at all. ↗

— Shawn Kirsten Maravel

#stubborn #the-wanderer #love

Love and charity share the same root word (caritas). How is that possible, when everything in our recent history suggest they cannot coexist, that they are antiethical, that if you put the two of them together in a sack they would bite and scratch and scream, until one of them is torn apart? ↗

— Nick Hornby

#love

It was a cool day and very clear. You could see a long way-but not as far as Velma had gone. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#farewell #noir #velma #love

The gambling known as business looks with austere disfavor upon the business known as gambling. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#austere #disfavor #gambling #known #looks

The happiest people in the world are those who feel absolutely terrific about themselves, and this is the natural outgrowth of accepting total responsibility for every part of their life. ↗

— Brian Tracy

#absolutely #accepting #every #feel #happiest