#west

Be passionate about what you write, believe in your ability to convey timeless ideas, and let no one tell you what what you're capable of. ↗

— Christina Westover

#books #censorship #christina-westover #freedom-of-the-press #passion

... and her name was Freedom. ↗

— Pam Muñoz Ryan

#inspirational #wild-west #freedom

He loves deep... hates hard, ever'thing's that killed what he loves. All great warriors are sich men. ↗

— Forrest Carter

#josey-wales #love #noremorse #revenge #western

Besides,love is only a feeling. ↗

— Christina Westover

#literary-quote #love #mainstream-fiction #poisoning-sylvie #psychology

...Ethan, but I'm certainly not the type of woman to just go home with two men whether I know them or not. It would be highly inappropriate, not to mention stupid." "And you're not stupid." "Not as far as I can tell"... ↗

— M.K. McClintock

#montana #western-romance #home

Perhaps areas of Israel where current large Palestinian populations and demographic realities exist could be exchanged for Israeli expansion into the West Bank to include most of East Jerusalem. ↗

— Geraldo Rivera

#bank #could #current #demographic #east

Josh: So, Toby, it’s election night. What do you say about a country that goes out of its way to protect even those citizens that try to destroy it? Toby: God bless America. ↗

— Aaron Sorkin

#democracy #freedom #west-wing #freedom

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

He leans down, his dark eyes simmering, and kisses me until neither of us wants to come up for air. Only the ringing of the bell tears us apart. "Damn bell," he says softly. He places his hand along the scar that rides my face from temple to chin. A slash of purple, it's never going to disappear. But it doesn't bother me. ↗

— Elsie Chapman

#kisses #love #west #love

No matter how much he loves you, sometimes he'd just rather have an inch of rain than anything else in the world. ↗

— Texas Bix Bender and Gladiola Montana

#western #love