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goryhorroor · 2 years
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youngest oscar nominees
• justin henry / kramer vs kramer (aged: 8)
• jackie cooper / skippy (aged: 9)
• quvenzhane wallis / beasts of the southern winds (aged: 9)
• tatum o’neil / paper moon (aged: 10)
• quinn cummings / the goodbye girl (aged: 10)
• mary badham / to kill a mockingbird (aged: 10)
• abigail breslin / little miss sunshine (aged: 10)
• haley joel osment / the sixth sense (aged: 11)
• brandon de wilde / shane (aged: 11)
• patty mccormack / the bad seed (aged: 11)
• anna paquin / the piano (aged: 11)
• saoirse ronan / atonement (aged: 13)
• keisha castle-hughes / whale rider (aged: 13)
• bonita granville / these three (aged: 14)
• hailee steinfield / true grit (aged: 14)
• jodie foster / taxi driver (aged: 14)
• jack wild / oliver! (aged: 16)
• patty duke / the miracle worker (aged: 16)
• sal mineo / rebel without a cause (aged: 17)
• river phoenix / running on empty (aged: 18)
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thegizka · 4 years
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Swift as Wind, Soft as Shadow
Chapter 7:  Future
Three days after the end of the war, Temari is preparing to return to Suna, but there's one task to complete in Allied Shinobi camp before she can return home with a clear conscience.
Inspired by ShikaTema Week 2019 Day 5: Surprise Gifts.
Note:   Sorry it took over a year to get an update, but for some reason, this chapter felt like pulling teeth. I restarted it several times until I found something satisfying enough to continue the story. Thank you for your patience! I'll do my best not to take so long with the next update.
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Temari wandered through the Allied Shinobi Camp.  It was much smaller than it had been before the war.  The Iwagakure and Kirigakure forces had already returned home, and the bulk of the shinobi from the other countries were rebuilding their villages.  Gaara and Kankuro had left her to take care of Suna’s remaining matters in the camp.
Three days of collecting the final effects of the deceased and packaging them for delivery to their next of kin.  Three days of gathering all Suna documents and securing them to return to the village.  It was meticulous, emotionally draining work, but someone had to do it.
Right now, though, she had given herself a different assignment.  As the camp settled down for the evening, Temari wove through the tents looking for someone.  She hadn’t expected to see him here, but mentions of him and glimpses in passing were hard to deny.  She had a few things to say to him before she returned to Suna tomorrow.
She pinpointed his spiritual pressure as the last streaks of golden sunset faded into lavender and blue.  Shikamaru was sitting on a stack of crates at the edge of the camp, his head tilted back to look at the emerging stars.  She watched him take a drag from a cigarette.  Since when had he started smoking?  That made her hesitate for a moment.  She hadn’t been able to speak to him since the end of the war so she wasn’t sure what his mental state was like.  She could only surmise based on glimpses and whispers, and the fact that he was here and not home.  She shook off her hesitation and strode forward.
“Come with me,” she said in a low voice, hooking her arm around his and not breaking momentum.
“What the hell?” Shikamaru sputtered, resisting her pull.  “Temari?”
“Obviously,” she grumbled.  “Come on.”
“What are you doing?” he sighed, though he reluctantly plodded after her.  She dropped his arm when she felt he wasn’t going to run away.
“Just come on.”
She could feel his eyes studying her with a mix of amusement and exasperation.  She was thankful for the rapport they’d built over the years.  A normal shinobi would never follow someone from another nation to an unknown location in the middle of the night.  At least, normally they wouldn’t.  Things were different now that they’d united to fight a war.  Something had shifted in shinobi society, and it was both thrilling and frightening.
“How far are we going?” Shikamaru asked with a heavy exhale.  The smell of tobacco smoke drifted around her, making her nose wrinkle involuntarily.
“When did you start smoking?”
He didn’t answer, so she glanced over her shoulder at him.
“Does it matter?” he sighed.
“I’m not judging you,” she said, which was mostly true.  He’d been through a lot.  She couldn’t judge if he had found his own coping mechanism.
“Then why did you ask?”
She didn’t answer.  She wasn’t ready to admit that she was a little upset that she hadn’t known.  Or that she thought there were better ways to deal with trauma.  There were other things she wanted to say first.
“Okay,” she said instead, climbing over a mound of churned earth into a large crater littered with downed trees.  “This should be good.”  The war had altered the landscape, which was to be expected when literal gods took to the battlefield.  Those proficient in earth-style jutsus had helped to clear the main travel paths and nearby settlements, but the world would carry the scars of this war forever.
“Now what?” Shikamaru asked, grinding what was left of his cigarette under his heel.  Temari turned to face him.
“Fight me.”
“What?” he scoffed.  She never broke eye contact.  He looked tired.  There were dark circles under his eyes and stubble on his chin.  He looked worn and a little broken.
“Fight me.”
“You brought me all the way out here for sparring practice?”  The attitude was leaving his voice.  “It’s nearly ten thirty.  You should be back at your tent getting ready for bed.”
“No, I should be right here fighting you.  Now come on!”
“Why?” he demanded.  “You don’t even have your fan.”
“I don’t need my fan to fight.”  She punched, and he reacted on instinct, turning aside and blocking.  She didn’t give him a chance to back away, pivoting to send her knee at his side, but he stepped into her and shoved her with his shoulder.  She used the proximity to grab his arm and flip him, but he rolled with the momentum and brought her tumbling after him.
“Temari, what the hell are you doing?” he demanded while she kicked at him.  He grunted as her foot connected with his hip.
“What do you think?”  She rolled away before he could grab her ankle and popped up onto her feet.
“Why are we fighting?” Shikamaru was gritting his teeth, a sign that he was frustrated.  Good.  He hadn’t shut down his feelings.
“You tell me.”  She kicked at him again and he dodged, but she didn’t slow down, keeping him on the defensive.
“Stop it,” he growled, trying to grab her next punch, but she pulled back before he got a good grip.
“Make me.”
“Why are you being so troublesome?”  He threw a fake punch to throw off her rhythm, following up with a strike at her stomach, which she easily deflected.
“Why aren’t you in Konoha?” she shot back, glad that he was actually attacking her now.
“Why aren’t you in Suna?” he mimicked.
“Why are you smoking?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Why aren’t you sleeping at night?”
“How is it your business?”
“Why is it so hard to admit you’re in pain?”  Temari kicked some loose earth into his face, distracting him long enough to kick the back of his knees and pin him down with his arm behind his back and her knee on his spine.
“Is that what this is all about?” he groaned.  “Yes, I am in pain.  Your knee is breaking my back.”
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
“What do you want from me, Temari?”
“I want you to talk to me,” she admitted with more emotion in her voice than she would have liked.  “I want you to prove that you won’t let this eat away at you because I’ve been there, Shikamaru.  I’ve lost two parents.  I sat on my grief until it festered into an empty anger and a perverted sense of duty.  I neglected my brothers.  I neglected myself.  All I focused on was not disappointing a mother I barely knew and a father who didn’t know me.  That’s been a burden I’ve carried since I was three, and I still struggle with it.”
“Temari,” he said softly, but she cut him off.
“I’m not done.”  She took a shaky breath.  “I saw my father during the war.  I came face-to-face with him for a minute, and you know what?  I said nothing.  After five years of wondering if he’s proud of me, if I’m living up to the legacy he left behind, I had nothing to say to him.  Because he no longer has a right to my life.  My mother doesn’t, either.  They’re dead.  I’m alive.  My life is my own.
“Your father was a great man,” she continued.  “I’m not saying you shouldn’t want him to be proud of you.  But you’re still alive.  You get to choose how to live.  And part of that is choosing how you grieve.  You can sit on it and carry it for the rest of your life, or you can let yourself embrace it and learn to move on.  I think you know which is the better option.”
Temari focused on regulating her breathing while Shikamaru absorbed her words.  She didn’t like talking about her parents.  It brought a lot of mixed emotions and complicated memories to mind.  But she also didn’t like not knowing if he’d be okay.  Last time he’d lost someone close to him, it had taken time to find a healthy way to grieve.
“Temari,” he said in a low voice, and she braced for whatever deep conversation would be coming, “could you get off of me now?  My arm’s falling asleep.”
She shuffled aside so he could sit up, shaking out the arm she had pinned.
“Did you really have to drag me all the way out here and fight me to tell me that?”
“I needed to be sure you would listen.”
He stopped his stretching to look directly at her.
“Temari, I’ll always listen to you.”
“When you want to, sure.”
“I’m serious.”  He leaned forward, and she was thankful for the dim light which hid the emotions on her face.  “We don’t always see eye to eye, but I value your perspective and your friendship.  You tell me what I need to hear, so whenever you talk, I will listen.”
“So if I tell you smoking is a bad habit and you should stop, you will?”
“I said I would listen.  I never promised to obey,” he chuckled.
“Well I still have time to change your mind.”
“What a drag,” he said with something like affection.
They lapsed into silence for a moment.  Night bugs buzzed in the background, a promise that life would continue after the ravages of war.  Despite the dim light and the fact that she had just opened up about her parents’ deaths, Temari didn’t feel uncomfortable.  She and Shikamaru were well beyond the bounds of a typical friendship.
“So you are okay?” she asked eventually.
“Yeah, I will be.”  He leaned back to look at the sky.  The stars were blinking into recognizable constellations.  “I’ve learned how to grieve and I know how to live while honoring those I’ve lost.”
“There’s no route to revenge this time.”
“That’s fine.  I’m actually kind of glad.  There’s been enough death and vengeance in the past few days.”  He reached into his inner vest pocket.  Temari expected him to pull out a pack of cigarettes, but his hand emerged holding the battered lighter that used to be Asuma’s.  He fiddled with it in his hands but didn’t ignite the flame.
“Are you okay?”  Suddenly he was looking at her intently.  Even in the dark, she could feel the weight of his gaze and knew she couldn’t hide the truth.  Memories of the war that had kept her up at night flooded into her waking thoughts.  There were faces of shinobi she hadn’t known but whose deaths she had witnessed.  There were her brothers, hurt and exhausted but prepared to fight facing their own deaths.  There were the empty eyes of her reanimated father, bereft of pride and all but the faintest recognition.  There were those desperate moments when she had felt Shikamaru’s life slipping away and been helpless to save him.
But they had won the war.  Her brothers were safe.  Shikamaru was alive and beside her now.  In time, this reality would overcome those memories, and she would heal, too.
“I will be,” Temari promised, echoing his earlier answer.
He nodded, apparently satisfied with her response.  He returned to observing the heavens and fiddling with the lighter, and she counted the stars while sneaking glances at him.  Now that she had the time to look past the signs of fatigue, she could see the calm and intention in his features.  The tragedy of his loss was still there, but it was different from what she had seen after Asuma’s death.  She wasn’t worried that he would go rogue in an attempt to alleviate the pain.  He was grounded and purposeful.  Not for the first time, she was aware of how much he had grown and matured.  Her heart swelled with a warm feeling that was both unfamiliar and intoxicating.  She had to look away before it overwhelmed her.
“So you’re returning to Suna tomorrow, right?” he asked.
“I am.”  Temari thought of her home and her brothers who were waiting for her.  She missed the sand and the sun and the wind.  “It will be nice to get back to something like normal.”
“Whatever that looks like now.”
“Yet another thing we’ll have to figure out.”
Shikamaru grunted in agreement.  The lighter in his hand stilled.  A moment later, he sighed and tucked it back into his vest pocket.  He stood and stretched a bit before offering her a hand.
“Come on.  There’s something I want to show you.”
Temari knew it was late, but it was only fair to go along with him after she’d hauled him all the way out here to fight.  She let him help her to her feet.  Did his hand linger on hers a little longer than necessary?  Perhaps, but she didn’t pull away.  He let go when he turned to lead her back toward the camp.
“How’s your mother doing?” she asked after a few moments of comfortable silence.
“She’s hanging in there,” Shikamaru sighed.  “It’s not easy to lose the person you love.”
“You’re not in Konoha with her.”
“She doesn’t want me there.  I have a job to do.”
Temari tried to see his face, but they were moving too fast and it was too dark to read his expression.  Normally she’d expect families to grieve together, but the Naras came from different stock.  Shikaku had always had a strong sense of duty, and his son had inherited that same will.  Yoshino wouldn’t let either of them shrink away from their responsibilities, even when she was heartbroken, even when it meant sacrificing her family.  She was the strongest woman that Temari knew, but even the strongest needed someone to lean on sometimes.
“I probably won’t be able to visit for a while.  Give my sympathy to your mother.  And look after her.”
“Yeah yeah, I know.”
“Shikamaru, please.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell her,” he promised.  “You should write to her, though.  She’d appreciate it.”
Temari didn’t think a few pages of writing would be sufficient to convey sympathy and comfort, but it was all she could do for now.
They slowed as they reentered the camp.  Temari followed him towards the Konoha tents, her curiosity buzzing.  What was he planning to show her?  Had he intended to share whatever it was from the start, or was it an afterthought from their conversation and fight?
“In here,” he said, holding aside the flap of a tent.  She hesitated a moment, aware of how entering his tent might be perceived by others.  But there were few people around at this hour, and she and Shikamaru were known friends.  She stepped inside.
Temari wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but his tent was decidedly plain.  He lit the lamp hanging in the center of the small space, revealing a cot, a tiny foldable table and stool, and a travel pack.  He hadn’t tidied his bed after last night’s rest, and he’d thrown one of his vests on top of his pack.  There was just enough laziness evident to be on brand, but not enough to significantly hinder a speedy exit if necessary.  She supposed her tent would look much the same, albeit tidier.
“Have a seat,” he invited, indicating the small stool.  She balanced on the wobbly little seat while he dug through his pack to find whatever it was he wanted to show her.  Her curiosity peaked when he pulled out two scrolls and a handful of papers, passing them to her over the small table.
“Take a look at these and let me know what you think.”
Shikamaru took a seat on the edge of his cot while she looked over the papers.  They were covered in his somewhat lazy scrawl, and the edits and margin notes indicated he had revisited the text several times since first setting pen to paper.  She raised an eyebrow at him, but he just gestured for her to keep reading, so she did.
Temari could feel his eyes on her as she made her way through the papers and scrolls.  No doubt he was searching for any reaction to give him some idea of what she thought, but she was good at keeping her reactions neutral.  Not that she wanted to disguise her thoughts from him.  There was a lot she wanted to discuss in these pages, but she knew he would patiently wait for her to organize her response.  She wanted to be thorough.
Several minutes of silence passed before she set the final scroll down on the little table.  Temari looked at Shikamaru with his tired eyes and the weight of his grief with a new respect.  She was impressed with his work, especially given the current circumstances.
“So?” he prompted, eager to hear her thoughts.
“It’s a good start,” she said, flipping through some of the pages, “a really good start.  Have you talked to any of the kage about this?”
“Not yet.  Like you said, it’s just a start.  I want to get a more comprehensive plan outlined before submitting a proposal.”
“You don’t want to wait too long to get the process started,” she warned, drawing on her many years of Suna politics to inform her advice.  “Cooperation between the nations could wane as we start returning to our villages.  You’ll want to capitalize on the general goodwill as much as you can.  And get Naruto to help when you talk to the other nations.”
“You don’t think I can convince them myself?” he asked wryly.  Temari looked at him.  He probably could.  He’d earned respect throughout the shinobi world for his actions during the war.
“The kage like him,” she said with a shrug.  ���Plus it’ll mean less work for you.”
“Thanks for looking out for me,” he smirked.  The way he smiled, strangely soft behind the amusement, made her feel warm.  She looked away, letting the papers in her hands provide a distraction.
“A shinobi union of all of the hidden villages,” she mused quietly.  Shikamaru had been thinking of the future even while dealing with the aftermath of the war.  Reading through his notes and ideas, she could see the future he wanted to build.  She wanted it to come true, and if anyone could make it happen, she was sure Shikamaru could.
“Suna will support the proposal,” she promised.  “This is exactly the sort of thing Gaara would want to come out of the war.”
“Can I count on your help, then?”  He shifted forward, looking at her intently.  The earnestness surprised her.
“It’s pretty late,” she said.  Suddenly she didn’t want to return to Suna right away in the morning.  There was so much more work to be done.
Shikamaru burst into laughter, catching her off guard.
“I’m not going to figure all of this out tonight,” he chuckled, gesturing to the pile of paper.  “But it will take me twice as long if I try and do it all myself.  There’s also value in a contributing perspective that originates outside of Konoha.  If this starts in collaboration, it would provide a better foundation for the shinobi union.  I could use your help, Temari.  What do you say?”
She remembered his promise to always listen when she spoke.  He was offering her a place in the future he was building.  Would she be up to the task?
“I say that I’m going to need a copy of what you have so far if you want me to help,” she decided.  “Do you have an extra scroll?”
He grinned as he pulled the requested scroll and a brush from his pack and handed them to her.
“Glad to have you on board.”
“You’re just happy to have someone else to do the work,” she teased, starting to copy the main points of the plan onto the blank paper.
“Maybe, but you always say yes when I ask.”
She hated how confidently he said it but delighted in the implied trust between them.  Still, she couldn’t be too predictable or she’d lose her reputation for being troublesome.  She’d make an effort to keep him on his toes, whatever future they built together.
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zu-daba · 6 years
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Skullsplitting Headache
As Malak’jin, Chief of the Skullsplitter, returned to her hovel it was already well into the witching hour. Mere weeks prior they had received a monumental victory over the Bloodscalp, and the fools had hardly noticed. So much treasure, so much power, and yet her mind had become plagued by worry so soon. A message left anonymously upon one of her scouts spoke simply of a threat soon to come for them: “Prepare for an attack.”
Could it be the Bloodscalp? Surely, it would never be the Shadowtusk - After all, they lacked enough forces to topple either of the other big tribes in the jungle. It could even be some other force entirely, a possibility she did not relish.
As the lively jungle chattered around her, she slid her palm against the silken flap to her hut and sullenly pushed it open; nostrils flaring to the soft incense burning in the decadently decorated but empty residence. With none of her coven present, with all of her Shadow Walkers asleep and the whole place warded to its bones, she could finally speak with Him.
She rested herself down on a mat before a small altar, atop which sat twin statuettes to Bethekk - One gifted by Jaz’sin, a Shadowtusk, and the other from her late husband. A skull sat between them, perfectly preserved and painted with old runes. “Mont’ana, my love.. Come forth from your prison.”
A hiss was heard as the incense parted and a shadowy vortex heralded the coming of a great force of darkness. A trollish silhouette, plunged into the smog which slowly swirled about his body, stared down towards Malak’jin’s face. He could not smile, but his voice sang with affection as he reached down to caress her cheek. Surprisingly delicate and gentle around him, she leaned it into his spectral palm and closed her eyes. He was so cold, but she did not care.
“Mah dear Malak.. What is wrong?”
She replied with her eyes still closed, “Dere is supposed to be an attack coming for us, an’ soon. Ah do not know whut to do, husband. Nobody has dared to invade us in so long.. And yet I feel an odd trut’ from de ink upon dat parchment. Ah do not know how long oah prepared wards an’ defenses may hold.” Her gaze lifted to meet the smoldering embers that were his eyes.
“De one who ah made dat deal wit’ is gone, mah sapphire. You an’ your coven know de ritual. Should dere ever come a time where you cannot handle dese tings alone, you may call upon me. An’ togeddah, we will lead as we once did.” She could feel the reassurance on his face and hear the truth of his tone. She did not have to worry so much, after all.
“Ah wish et weren’t necessary, Monty..” She grit her teeth. “Tell me, again. Why did Zu’Daba order your death? With his.. Shadow Guard, or whatever the damn thing is called.”
“For the balance of the Vale,” Mont’ana explained, albeit with hidden rage in his tone. “Han’rah had died.. And for the Bloodscalp to not be overwhelmed by us, I too had to die. No doubt he worried that the Skullsplitter would come for his own soon after we routed the Bloodscalp.”
“Fo de balance,” She spat, “You were a wise Chief.. So whut if de Bloodscalp had been wiped out? Dere would be peace in de Vale. Dey had not harmed us, we had no reason ta harm dem. Ah still remain confused as ta why you advised me ta not kill him an’ his entire clan.”
“For all that they are, Malak, dey are helpful.” Mont’ana offered back. “Deir help was instrumental in even keeping Zul’Mamwe during the fight against de Legion, and deir warpath brought you much-needed supplies, did et not?” He lifted his hand from her cheek and put one of them on each of her shoulders before he continued. There was more..
“But.. Should dey ever fail to.Should dey ever side wit’ de Bloodscalp against us, against -you-, den ah will join you upon de field of battle ta return deir kindness. To leave Zu’Daba’s wives widowed as you were. To leave his clan in shambles as de Skullsplitter were. We have recovered, for we are strong an’ we are many. Dey are not - Dey will be dust on de winds.” His tone dripped with quiet menace and vengeance. A shade so hellbent on destruction.. Would it even be safe to try and release him from his prison? Could he stay his hand?
“Yes, husband..” Malak’jin agreed, if quietly.
“Et is as you say. De black hand of Malak’jin will not mark deir spirits, not yet. Ah hope an’ pray dat whutever dis attack is, we persevere. We always have, yeah?” She offered with a wince.
“Yes..” Mont’ana replied. “We will.”
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motivationsuccess · 5 years
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Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the whole world. Albert Einstein
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Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new. Albert Einstein
What is moral is what you feel good after, and what is immoral is what you feel bad after. Ernest Hemingway
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more. Lord Byron
To see a world in a Grain of Sand, And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, And Eternity in an hour. William Blake
There is no security on this earth; there is only opportunity. General Douglas MacArthur
God help those that help themselves. Benjamin Franklin
When one door closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has opened.
I am an optimist. It does not seem too much use being anything else. Winston Churchill
One of the things I learned the hard way was that it doesn't pay to get discouraged. Keeping busy and making optimism a way of life can restore your faith in yourself. Lucille Ball
There is not enough darkness in the whole world to extinguish the light of one small candle. Spanish proverb
If there was nothing wrong in the world, there wouldn't be anything for us to do.
George Bernard Shaw
A problem well stated is a problem half solved. Charles Franklin Kettering
Those things that hurt, instruct. Benjamin Franklin
Remember, without that uncomfortable bit of grit, the oyster would not produce those priceless pearls.
When it is dark enough, you can see the stars. Ralph Waldo Emerson
I don't regret anything I've ever done, so long as I enjoyed it at the time. Katherine Hepburn
One's religion is whatever one is most interested in. J M Barrie
I am a deeply religious unbeliever. Albert Einstein
The important thing is not what they think of me, it is what I think of them. Queen Victoria
Some people regard discipline as a chore. For me, it is a kind of order that sets me free to fly. Julie Andrews
People who are unable to motivate themselves must be content with mediocrity, no matter how impressive their other talents. Andrew Carnegie
There's only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that's your own self. Aldous Huxley
Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakes. Carl Jung
Your goal is to find out who you are.
If you put a small value upon yourself you can be sure that the world will not raise your price.
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self. May Sarton
Sorrows are our best educators. A man can see further through a tear than through a telescope.
Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the power of the mind. Marcel Proust
Where there is sorrow there is holy ground. Oscar Wilde
A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears. Michel de Montaigne
Sympathy is the golden key that unlocks the hearts of others.
Sympathy is thinking with your heart.
Tact is the ability to describe others as they see themselves. Abraham Lincoln
Tact is the ability to describe others as they see themselves. Abraham Lincoln
As soon as man does not take his existence for granted, but beholds it as something unfathomably mysterious, thought begins. Albert Schweitzer
It is not best that we should all think alike; it is difference of opinion which makes horse races. Mark Twain
If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything. Mark Twain
I never give them hell. I just tell the truth and they think it's hell. Harry S Truman
The world will never starve for want of wonders; but only for want of wonder. G K Chesterton
Thank God - every morning when you get up - that you have something to do which must be done, whether you like it or not. Being forced to work, and forced to do your best, will breed in you a hundred virtues which the idle will never know. Charles Kingsley
Work saves us from three great evils: boredom, vice and need. Voltaire
If you can't get the job you want, accept any work you can get and do your very best. You could be surprised where it leads.
Work is much more fun than fun. Noel Coward
My grandfather once told me there were two kinds of people: those who do the work and those who take the credit. He told me to try to be in the first group - there was much less competition. Indira Gandhi
Without work all life goes rotten. Albert Camus
The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work. Robert Frost
I've shut the door on yesterday And thrown the key away - Tomorrow has no fears for me, Since I have found today. Vivian Y Laramore
Write in your heart that every day is the best day of the year. Ralph Waldo Emerson
Be yourself. Nobody is better qualified.
Imagination is more important than knowledge. Albert Einstein
It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. Samuel Johnson
Everybody knows if you are too careful, you are so occupied in being careful that you are sure to stumble over something. Gertrude Stein
Little minds are interested in the extraordinary; great minds in the commonplace. Elbert Hubbard
A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds. Francis Bacon
Although the world is full of suffering, it si full also of the overcoming of it. Helen Keller
It is better to ask some of the questions than to know all the answers. James Thurber
I often regret that I have spoken; never that I have been silent. Publilius Syrus
Always do right. This will gratify some people, and astonish the rest. Mark Twain
The future belongs to those who prepare for it. Ralph Waldo Emerson
No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness. Mary Wollstonecraft
Humor is an affirmation of dignity; a declaration of man's superiority to all that befalls him. Romain Gary
Only the disciplined are free. James C Penney
To be ignorant of one's ignorance is the malady of the ignorant. Amos B Alcott
Life is what happens to you while you are making other plans. A J Marshall
The wise man will always reflect concerning the quality, not the quantity, of life. Lucius Annaeus Seneca
Life consists of what man is thinking about all day. Ralph Waldo Emerson
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock runs a chance of leaving the other half undone. Emily Bronte
There is more to life than increasing its speed. Mahatma Gandhi
There is no wealth but life. John Ruskin
Believe that life is worth living and your belief will create the fact. William James
In three words I an sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on. Robert Frost
For it isn't enough to talk about peace. One must believe in it. And it isn't enough to believe in it. One must work at it. Eleanor Roosevelt
We first make our habits, and then our habits make us. John Dryden
The greatest remedy for anger is delay. Lucius Annaeus Seneca
Without humility there can be no humanity. Sir John Buchan
Often the test of courage is not to die but to live. Vittorio Alfieri
Life is a long lesson in humility. Sir James M Barrie
All doors are open to courtesy. Thomas Fuller
The man who trusts men will make fewer mistakes than he who distrusts them. Camillo Di Cavour
It is a greater compliment to be trusted than to be loved. George Macdonald
Where the road bends abruptly, take short steps. Ernest Bramah
The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook. William James
A right is not what someone give you; it's what no one can take from you. Ramsey Clark
Never pay attention to what critics say. Remember, a statue has never been set up in honor of a critic. Jean Sibelius
Habits are at first cobwebs, then cables. Spanish proverb
An obstinate man does not hold opinions - they hold him. Samuel Butler
It is far better to know our own weaknesses and failings tan to point out those of others. Jawaharlal Nehru
Fear not those who argue but those who dodge. Marie von Ebner Eschenbach
Opportunities are usually disguised as hard work, so most people don't recognize them. Ann Landers
Absurdly improbable things happen in real life as well as in weak literature. Ada Leverson
The brightest things you ever say are those you think about the next day. Arnold Glasow
Never make a promise in haste. Mahatma Gandhi
Conversation is the art of telling people a little less than they want to know. Franklin P Jones
No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently. Agnes DeMille
He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence. William Den Howells
No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible. Stanislaus Lezcynski
There is nothing so strong as gentleness, and there is nothing so gentle as real strength. St Francis de Sales
In youth we learn; in age we understand. Marie von Ebner Eschenbach
When angry, count ten before you speak; if very angry, a hundred Thomas Jefferson
He who praises everybody, praises nobody. James Boswell
Little things affect little minds. Benjamin Disraeli
A talent is formed in stillness, a character in the world's torrent. Johan Wolfgang von Goethe
We never do anything well till we cease to think about the manner of doing it. William Hazlitt
The easiest person to deceive is one's own self. Edward Bulwer-Lytton
Even nectar is poison if taken in excess. Hindu proverb
Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a labourer's hand. Kahlil Gibran
It requires more courage to suffer than to die. Napoleon Bonaparte
It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else. Erma Bombeck
Marriage has no guarantees. If that's what you're looking for, go live a car battery. Erma Bombeck
I'm going to stop punishing my children by saying, "Never mind! I'll do it myself." Erma Bombeck
There's a great power in words, if you don't hitch too many of them together. Josh Billings
When a man comes to me for advice, I find out the kind of advice he wants, and I give it to him. Josh Billings
Common sense is instinct, and enough of it is genius. Josh Billings
Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well. Josh Billings
Bore: a person who talks when you wish him to listen. Ambose Bierce
Acquaintance: A person whom we know Ambrose Bierce
An egotist is a person of low taste - more interested in himself than in me. Ambrose Bierce
Music can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable. Leonard Bernstein
You and I do not see things as they are. We see things as we are. Henry Ward Beecher
He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has. Henry Ward Beecher
I never knew how to worship unit I knew how to live. Henry Ward Beecher
It is not what we take up, but what we give up, that make us rich. Henry Ward Beecher
Those who say it can't be done are usually interrupted by others doing it. James A Baldwin
Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them. James A Baldwin
Knowledge is power. Sir Francis Bacon
The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express. Sir Francis Bacon
The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery. Sir Francis Bacon
Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand - and melting like a snowflake. Sir Francis Bacon
He that hath knowledge spareth his words. Sir Francis Bacon
I will never be an old man. To me, old age is always 15 years older than I am. Sir Francis Bacon
The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom Isaac Asimov
One reason why I don't drink is because I wish to know when I am having a good time. Lady Nancy Astor
Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away. Marcus Aurelius
The worst form of inequality is to try to make unequal things equal. Aristotle
What it lies in our power to do, it lies in our power not to do. Aristotle
Wit is educated insolence. Aristotle
Courage is the first of human qualities because it is the quality which guarantees the others. Aristotle
You live and learn. At any rate, you live. Douglas Adams
Look at a day when you are supremely satisfied at the end. It's not a day when you lounge around doing nothing; it's a day when you've had everything to do, and you've done it. Lord Acton
Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep. Scott Adams
A dog is not considered a good dog because he is a good barker. A man isnot considered a good man because he is a good talker. Buddha
An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind. Buddha
Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I hve said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense. Buddha
Every human being is the author of his own health or disease. Buddha
He is able who thinks he is able. Buddha
Health is the greatest gift, contentment the greatest wealth, faithfulness the best relationship. Buddha
Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. Buddha
It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways. Buddha
It is better to travel well than to arrive. Buddha
Teach this triple truth to all: A generous heart, kind speech, and a life of service and compassion are the things which renew humanity. Buddha
There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth; not going all the way, and not starting. Buddha
To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people are idle, wise people are diligent. Buddha
We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world. Buddha
The less you talk, the more you're listened to. Abigail Van Buren
Example is the school of mankind, and they will learn at no other. Edmund Burke
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