The pupils in our eyes were not born to hide beneath their desks
…in robbing the present of its reality there lay a certain danger. It became easy to overlook the opportunities to make something positive of camp life, opportunities which really did exist. Regarding our “provisional existence” as unreal was in itself an important factor in causing the prisoners to lose their hold on life; everything in a way became pointless.
Such people forgot that often it is just such an exceptionally difficult external situation which gives man the opportunity to grow spiritually beyond himself. Instead of taking the camp’s difficulties as a test of their inner strength, they did not take their life seriously and despised it as something of no consequence. They preferred to close their eyes and to live in the past. Life for such people became meaningless.
— Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search For Meaning
…passion alone will guide us to our places, and if we aren’t happy, then we are strong enough to make rightful changes.
— words of wisdom, by A
The great irony of life: You only keep what you give. You only hold onto what you let go.
Whatever you find in your heart each morning, do not be alarmed. If you find sadness there, accept the sadness. It will not be there forever. It will move. It always does. Sometimes it takes longer than other times. That is fine. Just allow and accept. When you begin to allow and accept the heart, it moves forward fast and your experience of peace comes around faster, deeper, truer and more felt than ever before. This is the key to your soul evolution - this heart energy - this heart power you all possess.
— Lee Harris
If that’s making you happy that’s brilliant. You know? People shouldn’t be so snobby. To say that “Beethoven is great but 2 Unlimited is crap” I think is rubbish because it’s just not that simple. It’s like saying “filet mignon is brilliant food but bananas are stupid to eat!” It’s not! You need all the different things.
- One of my favourite Björk quotes on Musical Snobbery (via batsyobrien)
Love this. Ultimately, I can’t judge if it makes you happy and no one’s getting hurt, right?
You are not a pear, you are not an hourglass, you are not an apple; you are a human being, with bumps and crevices and scars. You are a million shapes rolled into one. You are a universe within yourself. You are a human being, and you are magnificent.
It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.
All women dream of meeting a partner who will like our bodies as they are. We long for partners who will offer affirmation and unconditional acceptance, particularly if we have never been affirmed or were affirmed only as children in our families of origin. We long for acceptance of our physical beings, to be admired as we are, even as we withhold affirmation from ourselves. This is the worst form of self-sabotage. We can “start where we are” by offering ourselves that gaze of approval we long to see in the eyes of someone else. The more we love our flesh, the more others will delight in its bounty. As we love the female body, we are able to let it be the ground on which we build a deeper relationship to ourselves—a loving relationship uniting mind, body, and spirit.
I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.
Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.
In the morning there was great rejoicing, for not only was the fiery wound cooling but it was recognized that Harcels had found his gift and would be apprenticed to the Healer, and when the Healer went to dwell with those who move among the stars, Harcels would take his place.
— Madeleine L’Engle, A Swiftly Tilting Planet
Pick me up in that truck with the bumper sticker that says, “It is no measure of good health to be well-adjusted to a sick society