Look
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Keep looking up! I learn from the past, dream about the future and look up. There's nothing like a beautiful sunset to end a healthy day.
Always be yourself, express yourself, have faith in yourself, do not go out and look for a successful personality and duplicate it.
Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye.
And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.
I'm not an activist; I don't look for controversy. I'm not a political person, but I'm a person with compassion. I care passionately about equal rights. I care about human rights. I care about animal rights.
The thing to do, it seems to me, is to prepare yourself so you can be a rainbow in somebody else's cloud. Somebody who may not look like you. May not call God the same name you call God — if they call God at all. I may not dance your dances or speak your language. But be a blessing to somebody. That's what I think.
I grew up in the South under segregation. So, I know what terrorism feels like — when your father could be taken out in the middle of the night and lynched just because he didn't look like he was in an obeying frame of mind when a white person said something he must do. I mean, that's terrorism, too.
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
God will not look you over for medals degrees or diplomas, but for scars.
Never look backwards or you'll fall down the stairs.
Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
Look for joy in your life; it's not always easy to find.
There's design, and there's art. Good design is total harmony. There's no better designer than nature — if you look at a branch or a leaf, it's perfect. It's all function. Art is different. It's about emotion. It's about suffering and beauty — but mostly suffering!
I see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness; I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too. I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too shall end, that peace and tranquility will return once more.
I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.
I remember there were days when — and this is kind of gross — I would sleep in my uniform to save time in the morning and then get up and go to school... it didn't matter because I didn't have to impress anyone, and I didn't have to look cute in class.
I live half the year in Nigeria, the other half in the U.S. But home is Nigeria — it always will be. I consider myself a Nigerian who is comfortable in the world. I look at it through Nigerian eyes.
Teenagers talk about the idea of having each other's 'full attention'. They grew up in a culture of distraction. They remember their parents were on cell phones when they were pushed on swings as toddlers. Now, their parents text at the dinner table and don't look up from their BlackBerry when they come for end-of-school day pickup.
When an animal dies, it gives you the chance to love another animal. That's an insightful and profound way to look at it.
When audiences come to see us authors lecture, it is largely in the hope that we'll be funnier to look at than to read.
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