Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
"Some people spend their entire lives reading but never get beyond reading the words on the page, they don’t understand that the words are merely stepping stones placed across a fast-flowing river, and the reason they’re there is so that we can reach the farther shore, it’s the other side that matters.” ~ José Saramago
Labels:
Life,
Meanings,
Personal Growth,
Understanding,
Words
Monday, June 21, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
"You are not accidental. Existence needs you. Without you something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it. That’s what gives you dignity,that the whole existence will miss you.The stars, sun and moon,the trees and birds and earth- everything in the universe will feel a small place is vacant which can't be filled by anybody but you." ~ Osho
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
“The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as
perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangible ideas,
concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.” ~ Chuck Palahniuk
perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangible ideas,
concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.” ~ Chuck Palahniuk
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
The thing is
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again
~Ellen Bass
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again
~Ellen Bass
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