“I write a tiny fraction of what I used to write. My only job used to be to just write songs, and that was a really nice job to have, but only a tiny amount of people heard those songs, and I didn't make a living from it, and eventually I begged my parents to let me move back into my room.” PeopleWritingJobsMovingUsedSongParentRoomsNiceHeardAmountLet MeTinyUsed To BeFractionsReally Nice Author:Regina Spektor
“I've listened to a lot of outside stuff and just haven't really heard anything that moves me. I don't know if I'm getting old and crotchety or what.” IfsKnowsMovingStuffHeardHavensGetting Old Author:Josh Turner
“The meaning of the directions in kata is not well understood, and frequently mistakes are made in the interpretation of kata movements. In extreme cases, it is sometimes heard that "this kata moves in 8 directions so it is designed for fighting 8 opponents" or some such nonsense.” WellsMadeSometimesMovingFightingMistakeCasesHeardMovementUnderstoodExtremesOpponentsNonsenseInterpretation Author:Kenwa Mabuni
“Fate knows all about you, it knows your fears and your weaknesses and your confidences and strengths, and it can be ready for all of them when it decides that the time is right. It can move you like a pawn in a terrible game of chess, sacrifice you for the good of others, drop you from a building you should never have been inside, give you a disease that no one has ever heard of. Luck and chance are impartial. Fate is active. It picks on people. Almost as if it thinks about things too much.” PeopleIfsThinkingKnowsGivingShouldHas BeensMovingGamesChanceToo MuchFateHeardSacrificeBuildingReadyTerribleDiseasePicksWeaknessLuckActiveChessChances ArePawnsConfidence And Strength Book:Face Source: Face
“Thousands of men breathe, move, and live; pass off the stage of life and are heard of no more. Why? They did not a particle of good in the world; and none were blest by them, none could point to them as the instrument of their redemption; not a line they wrote, not a word they spoke, could be recalled, and so they perished--their light went out in darkness, and they were not remembered more than the insects of yesterday. Will you thus live and die, O man immortal? Live for something.” MenWorldLightMovingDiesLinesDarknessHeardStageInstrumentsBreatheYesterdayRedemptionRememberedImmortalSpokesInsectsParticlesUsefulnessStages Of LifeGood In The World Author:Thomas Chalmers