A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only once.

— George R. R. Martin (via songandkiss)

Two things define you. Your patience when you have nothing, and your attitude when you have everything.

—Unknown (via markfarts)

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Find something you’re passionate about, and keep tremendously interested in it.

—Julia Child  (via thatkindofwoman)

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The key is this: Meet today’s problems with today’s strength. Don’t start tackling tomorrow’s problems until tomorrow. You do not have tomorrow’s strength yet. You simply have enough for today.

—Max Lucado (via creatingaquietmind)

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Surround yourself with the dreamers and the doers, the believers and thinkers, but most of all, surround yourself with those who see the greatness within you, even when you don’t see it yourself.

—Edmund Lee (via chasing-equilibrium)

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dragonprincess76:

The Minack Theatre in West Cornwall

dragonprincess76:

The Minack Theatre in West Cornwall

Here’s why I will be a good person. Because I listen. I cannot talk, so I listen very well. I never deflect the course of the conversation with a comment of my own. People, if you pay attention to them, change the direction of one another’s conversations constantly. It’s like being a passenger in your car who suddenly grabs the steering wheel and turns you down a side street. For instance, if we met at a party and I wanted to tell you a story about the time I needed to get a soccer ball in my neighbor’s yard but his dog chased me and I had to jump into a swimming pool to escape, and I began telling the story, you, hearing the words “soccer” and “neighbor” in the same sentence, might interrupt and mention that your childhood neighbor was Pele, the famous soccer player, and I might be courteous and say, Didn’t he play for the Cosmos of New York? Did you grow up in New York? And you might reply that, no, you grew up in Brazil on the streets of Tres Coracoes with Pele, and I might say, I thought you were from Tennessee, and you might say not originally, and then go on to outline your genealogy at length. So my initial conversational gambit - that I had a funny story about being chased by my neighbor’s dog - would be totally lost, and only because you had to tell me all about Pele. Learn to listen! I beg of you. Pretend you are a dog like me and listen to other people rather than steal their stories.

—Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain (via itsmecar)