“I never have held death in contempt, though in the course of my explorations I have oftentimes felt that to meet one's fate on a noble mountain, or in the heart of a glacier, would be blessed as compared with death from disease, or from some shabby lowland accident. But the best death, quick and crystal-pure, set so glaringly open before us, is hard enough to face, even though we feel gratefully sure that we have already had happiness enough for a dozen lives.” LifeFeelsHeartHardEnoughWould BeFacesCoursesFeltFateDyingGratitudePureMountainDiseaseBlessedAccidentsNobleExplorationContemptDozenCrystalsBeing BlessedGlaciersShabby Book:John Muir: His Life and Letters and Other Writings Source: John Muir: His Life and Letters and Other Writings
“Cities are like gentlemen, they are born, not made. You are either a city, or you are not, size has nothing to do with it. I bet San Francisco was a city from the very first time it had a dozen settlers. New York is "Yokel", but San Francisco is "City at Heart".” FirstsHeartMadeBornCitiesNew YorkFirst TimeSizeGentlemanDozenSan FranciscoSettlers Author:Will Rogers
“It’s okay to show up at a guy’s house with a dozen roses and declare your undying affection. It’s okay to have too much to drink and call your ex twenty times and then to be mortally embarrassed when you realize your number must have shown up on his caller I.D. It’s okay, because making a fool of yourself for love is ultimately about you, how much you have to give and the distance you will travel to keep your heart wide open when everything around you makes you feel like slamming it shut and soldering it closed.” GivingFeelsHeartShowsGuyHouseRealizingLove IsNumbersToo MuchFoolDrinkOkayTwentiesDistanceRoseAffectionWideDozenEmbarrassedExesYour ExMaking A Fool Of Yourself Author:Veronica Chambers
“Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other. Throw it in the garbage and it springs up clean. Try to root it out and it only flourishes. Love is a weed, a dandelion that you poison from your heart. The taproots wait. The seeds blow off, ticklish, into a part of the yard you didn't spray. And one day, though you worked, though you prodded out each spiky leaf, you lift your eyes and dozens of fat golden faces bob in the grass.” LoveTryingHeartEyeFacesWaitingSidesLove IsOne DaySpringRootsCleanBlowSeedsFatsGoldenLiftsGrassPoisonGoing AwayWeedDozenBobYardsLeafsGarbageCreepsSprayDandelionsTicklish Author:Louise Erdrich