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Our lives are journeys to this same type of metamorphosis, to find a sense of purpose in life. We cannot achieve this without the difficult situations or the pain that life often brings in generous doses.

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KAFKA

“When Gregor Samsa woke up one morning from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in his bed into a monstrous vermin. He was lying on his back as hard as armour plate, and when he lifted his head a little, he saw his vaulted brown belly, sectioned by arch-shaped ribs, to whose dome the cover, about to slide off completely, could barely cling. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, were waving helplessly before his eyes.” The Metamorphosis, Chapter 1

“I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.” ― Anaïs Nin

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“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying looking at the surface of the ocean itself, except that when you finally see what goes on underwater, you realize that you’ve been missing the whole point of the ocean. Staying on the surface all the time is like going to the circus and staring at the outside of the tent.” – Dave Barry

100 ocean quotes

Never believe that true prayer consists in mere babbling, reciting so many psalms and vigils, saying your beads while you allow your thoughts to roam. Taubman.

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Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads.

Longfellow.

Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are formed and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as bears leisurely lick their cubs into form.

— Montaigne

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“Lines and Squares

Whenever I walk in a London street,
I’m ever so careful to watch my feet;
And I keep in the squares,
And the masses of bears,
Who wait at the corners all ready to eat
The sillies who tread on the lines of the street,
Go back to their lairs,
And I say to them, “Bears,
Just look how I’m walking in all of the squares!”
And the little bears growl to each other, “He’s mine,
As soon as he’s silly and steps on a line.”
And some of the bigger bears try to pretend
That they came round the corner to look for a friend;
And they try to pretend that nobody cares
Whether you walk on the lines or squares.
But only the sillies believe their talk;
It’s ever so portant how you walk.
And it’s ever so jolly to call out, “Bears,
Just watch me walking in all the squares!”
A.A. Milne

He who knows not how to play his game, says, ” My place is narrow . “

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“It was like when you make a move in chess and just as you take your finger off the piece, you see the mistake you’ve made, and there’s this panic because you don’t know yet the scale of disaster you’ve left yourself open to.”

― Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

When young “sow wild oats,” but when old, grow sage.

H. J. Byron, An Adage
The gardener’s rule applies to youth and age:

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The Grass-Cutter  TRACEY RYAN

Jay says Everyone here just uses spray, the “quick”

solution, compounding the problem, for everyone

 

also drinks from bores and tanks and no one

thinks of the consequence and so he’s out there,

 

my husband, in that crazed casing, razing the dry wild oats,

making us fit as he can for the feared fire season

 

that is always to come, doing it hard, meeting each

stalk the same way God reportedly counts each hair

 

of your head, each sparrow that falls, alive to this patch

of six acres as only such work can make you, all he can do.

Life is a bridge. Cross over it, but build no house on it. Indian.

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gleniffer bridge at the promised land near bellingen 2008

He stood on the bridge at midnight,

Disturbing my sweet repose,

For “he” was a great big mosquito,

And “the bridge” was the bridge of my nose.

West Coast Sentinel (Streaky Bay, SA  6 March 1931

When thine enemy retreateth, make him a golden bridge
For a flying enemy make a silver bridge

Curiosity is the beginning of wisdom.” ― Françoise Sagan, Dans un mois, dans un an

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“A much more interesting, kind, adventurous, and joyful approach to life is to begin to develop curiosity, not caring whether the object of our inquisitiveness is bitter or sweet.”
― Pema Chödrön, The Wisdom of No Escape: How to Love Yourself and Your World

Idle Curiosity.

Charity Patient: “Doctor, Is there any danger of the operation proving

fatal?”

Doctor: “Really, my good man, considering that we are experimenting on you free of charge, your idle curiosity smacks of Insolence!”

Border Watch (Mount Gambier, SA : FRIDAY 10 MAY 1918.

The world is like a staircase ; some go up, others go down.

ANNANDAKE STAIRS

FOTO – STAIRCASE IN ANNANDALE

Mother to Son

BY LANGSTON HUGHES

Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

Langston Hughes, “Mother to Son” from Collected Poems. Copyright © 1994 by The Estate of Langston Hughes. Reprinted with the permission of Harold Ober Associates Incorporated.

FROM http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177021

“If you can not arrive in daylight, then stand off well clear, and wait until dawn. After all, that’s one of the things God made boats for- to wait in.” -Tristan Jones

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Rowboat.

In this life, I’ve made note,
Of four types in life’s rowboat,
Those who do,
And those who don’t,
Those who can’t,
And those who won’t.

Those who do,
Tend to see things through,
From start until fruition,
They row and row and row the boat,
They toil through all condition.

Those who don’t,
Act like they will, but won’t,
And blame others for their lot,
Seeming experts at the rowing,
But lift oar, they will not.

Those who can’t,
Struggle and try,
They fight with limitations,
Even though they can’t row,
They help with navigations.

Those who won’t,
Oft’ procrastinate, or wait too late,
Choosing simply not to row,
Sitting like helpless victims,
As boat’s tossed to and fro.

So do your part,
Navigate, steer, or row,
It takes all to remain afloat,
So drop the sinking attitudes,
And help us row our boat.

http://allpoetry.com/poem/11575117-Rowboat…-by-Leo-Thomas

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“Fear prophets, Adso, and those prepared to die for the truth, for as a rule they make many others die with them, often before them, at times instead of them.” Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

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“Anyway, if you stop tellin’ people it’s all sorted out after they’re dead, they might try sorting it all out while they’re alive. ”

― Terry Pratchett, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch