#we

Every time the wind blows I think of her. I wonder if I could generate electricity off my yearning. Maybe a mind wind farm of some kind. Hopefully I could provide enough power for all the lonely people in my bathtub to stay warm. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#electricity #funny #humor #lonely #power

There exists, for everyone, a sentence - a series of words - that has the power to destroy you. Another sentence exists, another series of words, that could heal you. If you're lucky you will get the second, but you can be certain of getting the first. ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#magik #power-of-words #first-sentence

Man is an onion made up of a hundred integuments, a texture made up of many threads. The ancient Asiatics knew this well enough, and in the Buddhist Yoga an exact technique was devised for unmasking the illusion of the personality. The human merry-go-round sees many changes: the illusion that cost India the efforts of thousands of years to unmask is the same illusion that the West has labored just as hard to maintain and strengthen. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#east #hesse #west #change

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

After too spicy food only, one can realize the actuall sweetness of SUGAR''~$amaर ↗

— Samar Sudha

#sweetness #food

If a man knew what a woman never forgets, he would love her differently. ↗

— Terry Tempest Williams

#love

In this world everything changes except good deeds and bad deeds; these follow you as the shadow follows the body. ↗

— Bhikkhu Bodhi

#mistakes #weigh-downs #change

i felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone ↗

— James Dashner

#alone #breakup #broken #day #felt

I loved weather, all weather, not just the good kind. I loved balmy days, fearsome storms, blizzards, and spring showers. And the colors! Everyday brought something to be admired: the soft feathery patterns of cirrus clouds, the deep, dark grays of thunderheads, the lacy gold and peach of the early morning sunrise. The sky and its moods called to me. ↗

— L. Jagi Lamplighter

#storms #weather #winds #love

You’re my home, Susanna. My home, my heart, my dearest love. Wherever you are, that’s where I belong. Always.” - Victor Bramwell, Earl of Rycliff ↗

— Tessa Dare

#romance #sweet #love