"How did I become a community leader? Every time there’s a wedding, I go to say ‘Congratulations.’ Every time there’s a funeral, I go to say: ‘I’m sorry.’" (Al-Salt, Jordan)
This shit better work
HAH I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM MY DAD TODAY OUT OF THE BLUE
what if we all got paper lolGUYS I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND I JUST GOT $150
I am not even kidding but I am reblogging this twice in a row because I just got $275.
Shit, this can’t hurt.
I am just that desperate.
Literary Birthday - 15 August
Happy Birthday, Julia Child, born 15 August 1912, died 13 August 2004
- I was 32 when I started cooking; up until then, I just ate.
- It’s all theory until you see for yourself whether or not something works.
- Find something you’re passionate about and keep tremendously interested in it.
- I was going to be a great woman novelist. Then the war came along and I think it’s hard for young people today, don’t you, to realize that when World War II happened we were dying to go and help our country.
- People who love to eat are always the best people.
- The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.
- Just speak very loudly and quickly, and state your position with utter conviction, as the French do, and you’ll have a marvelous time!
- A party without cake is really just a meeting.
- The measure of achievement is not winning awards. It’s doing something that you appreciate, something you believe is worthwhile.
- The secret of a happy marriage is finding the right person. You know they’re right if you love to be with them all of the time.
- The main thing is to have a gutsy approach and use your head.
- Every woman should have a blowtorch.
Child was an American chef, author, and television personality. She is recognized for bringing French cuisine to the American public with her debut cookbook, Mastering the Art of French Cooking.
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Ten years have gone by since the illustrious writer Czesław Miłosz passed away, although his writing still offers admirers all over the world a window into the delightful brilliance of his mind
This is how we shoot back….
"Tell me about the day you decided to leave Syria."
"Our house was next to a checkpoint for the government, so we thought it was safe. There were snipers around, but we thought they knew us. They’d seen us everyday. But one day the electricity got very weak. The television was still working, but the refrigerator and washing machine cut off, so my brother went into the yard to check it. And then we heard a scream. It wasn’t exactly a scream, more like an ‘Ahhhh!’ And I ran outside. And there he was."
"What is your fondest memory of your brother?"
"When we built a second story for our house, my brother and I spent the whole day working together. We were playing tricks on people. We were putting salt in their tea. We were hiding instead of working. We were laughing the entire day."
"What were you thinking when you found him in the yard?"
“‘How can I save him?’ How can I save him?’ How can I save him? How can I save him? How can I save him?’”
"What did your mother say?"
"She didn’t say a thing. The whole family was screaming. But she didn’t make a sound."
(Zaatari Refugee Camp, Jordan)