Category Archives: FOLLOWING

人在橋上過 Passing over a bridge, I see 橋流水不流 The bridge flow, but not the water.

 

 

For here, between this world and the next

is a place where each beloved creature finds rest

On this golden land they wait and they play

till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day

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Japanese poem by Lady Koshikibu from Ogura 100 poems (early 13th century) 大江山 いく野の道の 遠ければ まだふみもみず 天の橋立 “By Oe Mountain / The road to Ikuno is far away, / And neither have I beheld / Nor crossed its bridge of heaven. .” (calligraphy by yopiko)

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If thou,” he answered, “follow but thy star. Thou canst not miss at last a glorious haven.” Dante.

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ALICE CAREY (1820-1871).

For the human heart is the mirror
Of the things that are near and far ;
Like the wave that reflects in its bosom
The flower and the distant star.
The Time to be.

He who digs a pit for others falls in himself

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The pit allows the grass to fall in

The proverb alludes to the pits the Kikuyu used to dig for trapping wild animals.  These pits were covered with sticks over which, as well as over borders, they put a layer of grass.  Since this grass often fell in the pit through the spaces between the sticks, so they say that often one falls into the pit dug by himself.

Hoist with his own petard.

I must follow them. I am their leader.

– Andrew Bonar Law, 1858-1923

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I come in peace, I didn’t bring artillery.  But I am pleading with you with tears in my eyes.

Marine General James Mattis, to Iraqi tribal leaders

When you follow in the path of your father, you learn to walk like him.

Ashanti Proverb

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“Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences.”

― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

If you light a lamp for somebody, it will also brighten your own path.

Bankei

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“The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, said: “My Companions are as stars. Whomsoever of them you follow, you will be rightly guided.” When a man looks at a star, and finds his way by it, the star does not speak any word to that man. Yet, by merely looking at the star, the man knows the road from roadlessness and reaches his goal.”
― Jalaluddin Rumi

Those who don’t return become a part of the clouds, a part of the animals that hide in the ravines and of the water that comes from the earth. They become a part of everything. They become the Soul of the World.”

― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

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Sit down before fact with an open mind. Be prepared to give up every preconceived notion. Follow humbly wherever and to whatever abyss Nature leads or you learn nothing. Don’t push out figures when facts are going in the opposite direction.”

― Hyman G. Rickover

Sometimes we can choose the paths we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists

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They were watching, out there past men’s knowing, where stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.”

Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian.

Western Mail (Perth, WA  1885 - 1954), Thursday 23 May 1940,

Western Mail (Perth, WA : 1885 – 1954), Thursday 23 May 1940.

Hebrew. Envy and wrath shorten the life.

"Eastern Proverbs and Emblems Illustrating Old Truths"

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In the bush, as usual, he picked up a sandalwood cutters’ trail and began to follow it. The sandalwooders’ tracks were like watercourses, following the path of least resistance, meandering and criss-crossing through the bush.

The Bowgada Birds, Shire of Kalamunda (Kalamunda), 1986.

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