#word

Music pulls words from the heart and inspires brilliance. ↗

— Court Young

#music #words #writing #inspirational

Writing a story, regardless of length, begins always with a single word. ↗

— Don Roff

#length #story #word #writing #inspirational

...it's easy to express romantic love - harder to manage daily love - to forgive failings close to feelings - to divide self from soul... ↗

— John Geddes

#forgiveness #romantic-love #self-help #soul #wisde-words

Why bother with a cunning plan when a simple one will do? ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#words-to-live-by #humor

A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#harp #lies #song-lyrics #sword #truths

Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer ↗

— Taylor Swift

#fighting #love #taylor-swift-red #love

Writers often torture themselves trying to get the words right. Sometimes you must lower your expectations and just finish it. ↗

— Don Roff

#finishing #revising #tips #tips-on-writing #torture

I like the word clandestine. It feels medieval. Sometimes I think of words as being alive. If clandestine were alive, it would be a pale little girl with hair the color of fall leaves and a dress as white as the moon. ↗

— Carol Rifka Brunt

#home

It is impossible to estimate full influence of the reading of the Word in a home day after day and year after year. It filters into the hearts of the young. It is absorbed into their souls. It colors all their thoughts. It is wrought into the very fiber of their minds. It imbues them with its own spirit. It’s holy teachings become the principles of their lives, which rule their conduct and shape all their actions. ↗

— J.R. Miller

#children #family #home #influence #word-of-god

Now would you do me a favor?' From somewhere inside me came this devastating assault to make me cry. But I withstood. I would not cry. I would merely indicate to Jennifer - by the affirmative nodding of my head - that I would be happy to do her any favor whatsoever. 'Would you please hold me very tight?' she asked. I put my hand on her forearm - Christ, so thin - and gave it a little squeeze. 'No, Oliver,' she said, 'really hold me. Next to me.'I was very, very careful - of the tubes and things - as I got onto the bed with her and put my arms around her. 'Thanks, Ollie.' Those were her last words. ↗

— Erich Segal

#love