#yea

"Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better. ↗

— George Edward Woodberry

#better #come #comes #day #every

There have been trade-offs every day, every month, every year. There's a lot that I missed and I do have regrets in that area. But I have been able to bring to my family the richness of being a journalist. ↗

— Judy Woodruff

#area #been #being #bring #day

Yeah, I might remaster it, in fact I'm sure I would. But all the songs will be the same. ↗

— John Wozniak

#i #in fact #might #same #songs

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#behind #black #broken #feet #god

But eventually it's a question of access: Getting access to fields is on top of the oil companies' agenda. We see a substantial build-up of supply occurring over the coming years. ↗

— Daniel Yergin

#agenda #build-up #coming #companies #eventually

Riley shook her head. “I married Brad after I got my Associate's degree in culinary arts. I worked in the Bakery at the same grocery store as Brad, and now I'm a stay at home mom.” She paused. “If you remember my senior yearbook, I was voted most likely to be the best mom.” “Oh, you have time yet.” Stella joked and Riley backhanded her in the ribs. “You're an awesome mom. Be glad you haven't proven anyone wrong. It's not all it's cracked up to be.” She paused. “That same yearbook said I'd be in prison with a wife named Roberta.” ~Conversation between Riley and Stella, "Sugar and Spies: Spy Sisters Book 1 ↗

— Rebekah Martin

#memories #yearbook #art

In a way, my past gives me a little credibility. Not that anybody cares what I did nineteen years ago, but I did have a career, and a legitimate one, before I met my husband. ↗

— Pia Zadora

#anybody #before #career #cares #credibility

I have been desperate to escape for so many years now, it is routine for me to try to escape. ↗

— Jack Henry Abbott

#desperate #escape #i #many #me

Loving you is no more a beautiful memory, but now just a pain, I cry and weep every time I walk down the memory lane, Your love always completed me in every sense as a whole, But now it’s just emptiness and sorrow in my heart that drains, Of all the people in the world, you choose me to be hurt, Of all the hearts in the world, you choose mine to break… Why did you leave me I ask myself every morning and dawn? Why my love was incomplete tell me why you were gone? A silence surrounds my heart and fills it again with despair, Oh this pain is just too much, and the damage beyond repair, Please come back baby, just come back and bring that old smile, Or just come to see me every once in a while, So my heart no more bleeds, and no more my soul aches, So I can be peaceful after my death, in my ashes and burnt flakes… ↗

— Mehek Bassi

#breakups #destiny #expectations #fate #forget

Yeah, I mean, I put work out there for people to use and I'm grateful when you use it. ↗

— Kathy Acker

#i #mean #out #people #put