When God threw me, a pebble, into this wondrous lake, I disturbed its surface with countless circles. But when I reached the depths, I became very still. Khalil Gibran Read more at:
“For many, negative thinking is a habit, which over time, becomes an addiction… A lot of people suffer from this disease because negative thinking is addictive to each of the Big Three — the mind, the body, and the emotions. If one doesn’t get you, the others are waiting in the wings.”-Peter McWilliams
“Down there – he said – are people who will follow any dragon, worship any god, ignore any inequity. All out of a kind of humdrum, everyday badness. Not the really high, creative loathsomeness of the great sinners, but a sort of mass-produced darkness of the soul. Sin, you might say, without a trace of originality. They accept evil not because they say yes, but because they don’t say no.” ― Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!
“One minute I’m just another rabbit and happy about it, next minute whazaam, I’m thinking. That’s a major drawback if you’re looking for happiness as a rabbit, let me tell you. You want grass and sex, not thoughts like ‘What’s it all about, when you get right down to it?’”(Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures)
Have you ever been surfing? Imagine you’re on your surfboard now, waiting for the big one to come. Get ready to get carried with that energy. Now, here it comes. Are you with that energy right now? That’s empathy. No words – just being with that energy. When I connect with what’s alive in another person, I have feelings similar to when I’m surfing.Marshall Rosenberg
I’m made up of the memories of my parents and my grandparents, all my ancestors. They’re in the way I look, in the colour of my hair. And I’m made up of everyone I’ve ever met who’s changed the way I think.”― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky
The sailors say ’twill be rough to-night, As they fasten the hatches down, The south is black, and the bar is white, And the drifting smoke is brown. The gold has gone from the western haze, The sea-birds circle and swarm –But we shall have plenty of sunny days, And little enough of stormWill. H. Ogilvie.
Source: There is only to wait for a new day’s birth and the hills stand out again. For no less sure than the rising sun, and no less glad to see Is the lifting sky when the rain is done and the wet grass rustles free. George Charles Whitney. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY
Now, if the principle of toleration were once admitted into classical education—if it were admitted that the great object is to read and enjoy a language, and the stress of the teaching were placed on the few things absolutely essential to this result, if the tortoise were allowed time to creep, and the bird permitted to fly, and the fish to swim, towards the enchanted and divine sources of Helicon—all might in their own way arrive there, and rejoice in its flowers, its beauty, and its coolness.Harriet Beecher Stowe
As Thurot in his cabin lay, he dreamed a dream, That his grandsire’s voice came to him and called him by his name ; Saying, Thurot, you’re to blame for lying so long here.
As they were leading me up, I looked up and around the galleries and I could feel the whole Aboriginal race, of those who had gone before, were all up there, and I could visualise, I could hear voices and amongst those voices was the voice of my grandfather saying, ‘It’s alright now boy, you are finally in the council with the Australian Elders. Everything is now going to be alright.’”NEVILLE BONNER, on being signed in as a new senator
“The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,but true beauty in a Woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she knows.”― Audrey Hepburn
Uphill in Melbourne on a beautiful day a woman is walking ahead of her hair. Like teak oiled soft to fracture and sway it hung to her heels and seconded her as a pencilled retinue, an unscrolling title to ploughland, edged with ripe rows of dress, a sheathed wing that couldn’t fly her at all, only itself, loosely, and her spirits. A largesse of life and self, brushed all calm and out, its abstracted attempts on her mouth weren’t seen, not its showering, its tenting. Just the detail that swam in its flow-lines, glossing about— as she paced on, comet-like, face to the sun.from Subhuman Redneck Poems, 1996
And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake like a new opened flower then I have been dipped again in God, and new created.D.H. Lawrence
“It was much better to imagine men in some smokey room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told the children bed time stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, then what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do the bad things.” ― Terry Pratchett, Jingo
A smile starts on the lips, A grin spreads to the eyes, A chuckle comes from the belly But a good laugh bursts forth from the soul, Overflows, and bubbles all around.(Carolyn Birmingham)
“THE RAT STOPS GNAWING IN THE WOOD, THE DUNGEON WALLS WITHDRAW, THE WEIGHT IS LIFTED YOUR PULSE STEADIES AND THE SUN HAS FOUND YOUR HEART, THE DAY WAS NOT BAD, THE SEASON HAS NOT BEEN BAD, THERE IS SENSE AND EVEN PROMISE IN GOING ON.”BERNARD DE VOTO
Little Snowdrop(Author unknown)The world may never noticeIf a Snowdrop doesn’t bloom,Or even pause to wonderIf the petals fall too soon.But every life that ever forms,Or ever comes to be,Touches the world in some small wayFor all eternity.
Among the notable things about fire is that it also requires oxygen to burn – exactly like its enemy, life. Thereby are life and flames so often compared. Otto Weiningerhttp://www.quotegarden.com/fire.html
“This silent cry is of ecstasy for what has been done, and of despair at being forestalled, and being thus forewarned, that neither This Year nor Next Year am I to have the ability and wisdom to light the lamp on my own. Although one branch of childhood is in this fashion lopped for all time, the rest of it still inhabits the body of a child which occupies itself in childish matters.”HAL, PORTER – The Watcher on the Cast Iron Balcony
“Just remember: If one bird carried every grain of sand, grain by grain, across the ocean, by the time he got them all on the other side, that would only be the beginning of eternity. ”― Truman Capote, In Cold Blood
Ku`ia ka hele a ka na`au ha`aha`a.Hesitant walks the humble hearted.A humble person walks carefully, so as not to hurt others.Don’t walk all over people !
Source: “E Pele, Pele, Pele, E Pele E!” “The Legend of Pele Teaches One to Be Hospitable, Generous, Loving & Merciful to All Who Cross Ones Path, For One Knows Not the Spiritual Nobility of Whom One Entertains…!” | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY
“Sometimes in the morning, when it’s a good surf, I go out there, and I don’t feel like it’s a bad world.”Kary Mullis
“I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don’t want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.”― Charles de Lint
Source: George Eliot “A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY
I Came to buy a smile—today—But just a single smile—The smallest one upon your faceWill suit me just as well—The one that no one else would missIt shone so very small—I’m pleading at the “counter”—sir—Could you afford to sell—Emily Dickinson