#win

We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces. ↗

— Richard Le Gallienne

#beloved #faces #flowers #road #roads

I do not want to foresee the future. I am concerned with taking care of the present. God has given me no control over the moment following. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#care #concerned #control #following #foresee

We win justice quickest by rendering justice to the other party. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#other #party #quickest #rendering #win

I find out more about Jack every week. Essentially, I'm the same character, but I'm having more fun this season because I'm doing more aliases, you know. I like the surprise of not knowing. ↗

— Victor Garber

#because #character #doing #essentially #every

Part of my growing up was always trying to make my parents proud and always trying to keep them happy. I think part of what held them together was my involvement in sports. ↗

— Jeff Garcia

#growing #growing up #happy #held #i

I used to work at this store called Music Plus in San Clemente, California, when I was growing up, and then they became Blockbuster Music, and, like, you had to get a haircut to work there, and at the time I had some pretty long hair. So after that policy was imposed, I knew that was going to be my last summer working there. ↗

— Jorge Garcia

#became #blockbuster #california #called #get

Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid. ↗

— Homer

#empty #left #unsaid #wind #words

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do. ↗

— Christopher Pike

#dead #fear #forgetfulness #memory #needles

Remember the rights of the savage, as we call him. Remember that the happiness of his humble home, remember that the sanctity of life in the hill villages of Afghanistan, among the winter snows, is as inviolable in the eye of Almighty God, as can be your own. ↗

— William E. Gladstone

#almighty #almighty god #among #call #eye

Like flats of today, terraces of houses gained a certain anonymity from identical facades following identical floor plans and heights. ↗

— Stephen Gardiner

#certain #flats #floor #following #gained