My pit of love is too shallow, I can't fall deep.
Cecil ThounaojamMots clés love shallow fall deep pit
The way to success is not a straight line segment. It's a dotted line with little packs of failure filling the potholes of broken edges inbetween.
Israelmore AyivorMots clés success action failure fall food-for-thought fail line way try-again fails broken edges straight failed extra-mile israelmore-ayivor dot rise-up broken-edges dots dotted dotted-line line-segment never-be-afraid potholes straight-line
It was still late summer elsewhere, but here, high in Appalachia, fall was coming; for the last three mornings, she'd been able to see her breath.
The woods, which started twenty feet back from her backdoor like a solid wall, showed only hints of the impending autumn. A few leaves near the treetops had turned, but most were full and green. Visible in the distance, the Widow's Tree towered above the forest. Its leaves were the most stubborn, tenaciously holding on sometimes until spring if the winter was mild. It was a transitional period, when the world changed its cycle and opened a window during which people might also change, if they had the inclination.
Mots clés fall autumn appalachia cold-mornings
October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!
Rainbow RowellMany people who became successful were once first time global failures. But because they didn't give up on their dreams, failure could not sink them. They triumphed at last!
Israelmore AyivorMots clés success passion people dreams joy dream happy triumph perseverance failure fall food-for-thought fail global don-t-give-up successful depressed extra first rise failing endure never-give-up persistent winner sink succeed first-time dream-big triumphant sinking never-quit failed don-t-quit extra-mile israelmore-ayivor big-dream jubilate global-failure global-failures many-many-people premier quiters-are-not-winners rejoyce successfully to-fail triumphed
Autumn has come to northeast Montana. The vapor of one’s breath, the clarity of the stars, the smell of wood smoke, the stones underfoot that even a full day of sunlight won’t warm- these all say there will be no more days that can be mistaken for summer.
Larry WatsonMots clés change seasons fall autumn endings-and-beginnings farewell-to-summer
Know that transformation sometimes begins with a fall. So never curse the fall.
Yasmin MogahedMots clés fall
When trees fall on trees, the topmost tree must first be removed before others. Don't be too concerned about the problems of the past. What matters most is the challenge at hand now!
Israelmore AyivorMots clés past future present trees disappointed forget today challenge fall food-for-thought problem fail concern focus first now fell matters matter this-moment failed israelmore-ayivor remove first-things-first stay-focussed 1st at-hand best-things-first focussed log logs
After debating with a religious scholar you leave the room but suddenly you are pushed and about to hit the ground.
If you fall and hit the ground; they will tell you, you saw the power of God he made you fall and now you are on the ground.
If you fall but not hit the ground; they will tell you he just gave you a warning, he pushed you but later stopped you from hitting to ground to prove you his power.
If you fall but not hurt; they will tell you, he hit you to the ground and as he is kind he didn’t let you to be hurt.
If you fall and hurt; they will tell you, you saw the power of God, how he teaches the hypocrites, he just punished you by hitting you to the ground.
If you even didn’t fall and walked away; they will tell everyone, God will show him one day his power; and certainly we all fall one day or another.
The foundation of religion is on misbelieve and misunderstanding of the reality of nature and physics; it is not the God that changes things, but the one who takes the credit.
Mots clés atheism religious fall debate scholar god-game
Sad, slow music in the small hours of the morning isn't just sad and slow music. It's a narration. And through the myriad of morning dew, we are the twinkling stars that fade with the rising sun.
Dave MatthesMots clés humor love loss death hope comedy drama fall autumn mornings
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