“Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect.”
― Margaret Mitchell
― Margaret Mitchell
“Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being.”
― Albert Schweitzer
― Albert Schweitzer
“How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How
many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good
inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a
friend? Depends how much you give 'em.”
“Albus Severus," Harry said quietly, so that nobody but Ginny could
hear, and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to Rose, who
was now on the train, "you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts.
One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever
knew.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
“Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number
of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur,
Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and
Albert Einstein.”
― H. Jackson Brown Jr.
― H. Jackson Brown Jr.
“Simplicity, patience, compassion.
These three are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being.
Patient with both friends and enemies,
you accord with the way things are.
Compassionate toward yourself,
you reconcile all beings in the world.”
― Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching
These three are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being.
Patient with both friends and enemies,
you accord with the way things are.
Compassionate toward yourself,
you reconcile all beings in the world.”
― Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching
“Dare to Be
When a new day begins, dare to smile gratefully.
When there is darkness, dare to be the first to shine a light.
When there is injustice, dare to be the first to condemn it.
When something seems difficult, dare to do it anyway.
When life seems to beat you down, dare to fight back.
When there seems to be no hope, dare to find some.
When you’re feeling tired, dare to keep going.
When times are tough, dare to be tougher.
When love hurts you, dare to love again.
When someone is hurting, dare to help them heal.
When another is lost, dare to help them find the way.
When a friend falls, dare to be the first to extend a hand.
When you cross paths with another, dare to make them smile.
When you feel great, dare to help someone else feel great too.
When the day has ended, dare to feel as you’ve done your best.
Dare to be the best you can –
At all times, Dare to be!”
― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free
When a new day begins, dare to smile gratefully.
When there is darkness, dare to be the first to shine a light.
When there is injustice, dare to be the first to condemn it.
When something seems difficult, dare to do it anyway.
When life seems to beat you down, dare to fight back.
When there seems to be no hope, dare to find some.
When you’re feeling tired, dare to keep going.
When times are tough, dare to be tougher.
When love hurts you, dare to love again.
When someone is hurting, dare to help them heal.
When another is lost, dare to help them find the way.
When a friend falls, dare to be the first to extend a hand.
When you cross paths with another, dare to make them smile.
When you feel great, dare to help someone else feel great too.
When the day has ended, dare to feel as you’ve done your best.
Dare to be the best you can –
At all times, Dare to be!”
― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free
“Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is
mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where
all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song
― Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song
“I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have
read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved;
all the cities I have visited.”
― Jorge Luis Borges
― Jorge Luis Borges
“When you find your path, you must not be afraid. You need to have
sufficient courage to make mistakes. Disappointment, defeat, and despair
are the tools God uses to show us the way.”
― Paulo Coelho, Brida
― Paulo Coelho, Brida
“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I
have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are
suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings
to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not
know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the
wings. You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as
you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.”
― C. JoyBell C.
― C. JoyBell C.
“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere
them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And
even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely
persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but
like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their
highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they
do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their
lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own
laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is
holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a
tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can
read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in
the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering,
all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written,
the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the
storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and
noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in
continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal
trees grow.
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.
A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.
When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.
So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.
A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.
When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.
So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte
