Tag: 2021 July Quote of the Day

QOTD: Psalm 63

 

Something I like to do during my devotional time is praying through a Psalm. This morning, I was on my way to Psalm 43 when I flipped past Psalm 63; it caught my attention, so I decided to focus on that one instead! It was a real encouragement to me, so I thought I would post it here in the hopes that I could pass some of the encouragement along.

God, you are my God; I eagerly seek you.
I thirst for you;
my body faints for you
in a land that is dry, desolate, and without water.
So I gaze on you in the sanctuary
to see your strength and your glory. 

Quote of the Day: President Biden Clears Everything Up

 

And the question is whether or not we should be in a position where you are — why can’t the experts say we know that this virus is, in fact — is going to be — or, excuse me — we know why all the drugs approved are not temporarily approved, but permanently approved. That’s underway, too. I expect that to occur quickly–US President Joseph Biden, July 21, 2021

Last night, Joe Biden appeared at a “Town Hall” meeting in Cincinnati, OH.  The event appears to have been sponsored by CNN, as one of its luminaries (Don Lemming) was the host. What?  That’s not his name?  Oh, well, silly me.  (If the shoe fits, etc.)

The quote above, which reads like a parody of something a person suffering from verbal incontinence might say, can be verified here.

Quote of the Day: A Time to Talk

 

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.–Robert Frost

Our lives are punctuated, sometimes sweetly, all too often rudely or cruelly, with reminders of how precious others are to us.

Quote of the Day: Bequeathing a Spirit of Reverence

 

Those of you who can legitimize the quote mentioned in the title (which is supposed to come from Plato’s Meno), please have at it.  I can’t authenticate it.  However, the spirit of “bequeathment” is entirely appropriate for what I’m about to say, so I’m going with it.

“Pity. Pity he never had any children.”

And at that, Chips opened his eyes as wide as he could and sought to attract their attention. It was hard for him to speak out loud, but he managed to murmur something, and they all looked round and came nearer to him.

Quote of the Day: Friendship and Stories

 

“Those who cannot conceive of friendship as a substantive love but only as a disguise or elaboration of Eros betray the fact that they have never had a friend.” – C.S. Lewis

Contemporary media and culture does not seem to understand friendship, which is a tragedy beyond measure.  A true friend is worth more than refined platinum.   There was the friend who picked me up in another state, the friend who prayed with me after I snapped and lost control of myself, the friend who asked me to be his best man, the friend I talked down from the brink of suicide, the friend I trained and hired for my job, the friend who taught me how to shoot, the friend who I introduced to his future wife.   All of these are men I care about and respect – my bros.   There are also close friends I have that are ladies whom I am not romantically involved with at all.  These are co-workers and old college friends, one of whom is like an adopted younger sister.  The idea that having a close friend actually means a desire to screw them is utterly disgusting to me, but society seems to aim that way.

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Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, […]

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Quote of the Day: The Last “First”

 

A few months ago, on Easter Sunday 2021, I wrote a Ricochet post called “First Easter,” in which I reflected on the fact that, following the death of a loved one, there’s an inevitable year, 365 days, of “firsts.”  It begins thus:

I learned, many years ago, that when a loved one dies, the twelve months following is a year of “firsts.”  My first birthday without at least a phone call from Dad.  The first Christmas without one of Michael’s slightly off-color cards (which he loved so much, and at whose awful jokes and our pained expressions, he laughed with such glee). The first Mother’s Day without lunch or dinner at Eat ‘n Park, an establishment so beloved by Mr. She’s mother that she’d eschew a meal at the finest restaurant within a hundred miles for their meatloaf and mashed potatoes, washed down with a root beer float. The first winter without my own mother’s frequent and apocalyptic predictions of weather catastrophe. The first 4th of July without Sam in charge of the pyrotechnics, every year putting on a fireworks show for the ages.

And this year, my first Easter in over forty years (gosh, that’s a long time) without Mr. She at my side.

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