#yes

Live Today! Do not allow your spirit to be softened of your happiness to be limited by a day you cannot have back or a day that does not yet exist. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#happiness #inspirational #life #living-in-the-present #motivational

Cassie fumbled helplessly beneath the shade of the ancient oak, still searching for her second shoe.The first had been easy to find, having landed close to where she had kicked it off; and when her hand had finally encountered it, she clutched it to her breast in a gesture of smug triumph. For one brief moment, she felt a twinge of sympathy for the sighted people who would never experience such sweet victory from a task as simple as finding a shoe. ↗

— Melinda Cross

#blind #darkness #eyes #find #life

The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter - in the eye. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#interpretation #mind #soul #faith

The word 'yes' is just a sound. It's nothing without context. It can signal the end of a life, an exultation after a scored basket or a vanquished foe; it can answer questions or refute them; it's an affirmation. ↗

— Josh Hanagarne

#yes #faith

...Again she did not seem to hear, still looking into Cale’s eyes. Then slowly, hopelessly, she dropped her gaze. “I understand,” she said. It was that, of course, that pierced him as if she had stabbed him through the heart. To him it was the sound of lost faith and it was unendurable. He felt he’d become a kind of god in her eyes, and it was simply impossible to give up her adoration. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#divine #endurable #eyes #give-up #god

Maybe I am everything I knew that I would never be. I looked back at Jay and smiled. ↗

— Holly Hood

#goodbyes #hope #love #romance #sad

...as you know, I don't believe in fear, just an invention by men so they get all the money and good jobs... ↗

— Marian Keyes

#gender #humor #keyes #family

I possess an object that reminds me of your stepdad’s bowel movements. It’s brown and squishy and smells like yesterday.
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— Jarod Kintz

#crap #family #feces #funny #humor

A black boy brought Wilson's gin and he sipped it very slowly because he had nothing else to do except to return to his hot and squalid room and read a novel - or a poem. Wilson liked poetry, but he absorbed it secretly, like a drug. The Golden Treasury accompanied him wherever he went, but it was taken at night in small doses - a finger of Longfellow, Macaulay, Mangan: 'Go on to tell how, with genius wasted, Betrayed in friendship, befooled in love...' His taste was romantic. For public exhibition he has his Wallace. He wanted passionately to be indistinguishable on the surface from other men: he wore his moustache like a club tie - it was his highest common factor, but his eyes betrayed him - brown dog's eyes, a setter's eyes, pointing mournfully towards Bond Street. ↗

— Graham Greene

#mustache #poetry #reading #friendship

We must imagine our lives well. We must engage our conscience. Conscience is the voice of God in the nature and heart of man. ↗

— Laura Kasischke

#god #heart #imagine #lives #nature