Yogi Berra
“We are what our thoughts have made us; so take care about what you think. Words are secondary. Thoughts live; they travel far.”
Swami Vivekananda
http://home.btconnect.com/tipiglen/abbeyqu.html
“It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker that we expect our dinner, but from their regard to their own self-interest. We address ourselves not to their humanity but to their self-love, and never talk to them of our own necessities, but of their advantages”
― Adam Smith, An Inquiry into the Nature & Causes of the Wealth of Nations, Vol 1
James Allen
Some days will drip in slow descent
along the creases of our skin;
they leave our inspiration clogged,
the texture of our labors thin.
Some days will coil with cobra-stealth,
attack when we are least prepared;
we cannot walk unscathed and yet
survival’s sweet – for we have dared!
Some days erect their wired barbs;
we struggle, bleed, admit we failed.
(And foolishly withdraw in shame –
as though our virtue was impaled.)
But ah, the days that string their pearls
across our shoulders, warmly rest
their sundrop auras…these we clasp
in awe, aware that we are blest.
© Laryalee Fraser
Chief Ten Bears
http://www.experiencefestival.com/native_american_indian_quotes
There is a road in the hearts of all of us, hidden and seldom travelled,
which leads to an unknown, secret place.
The old people came literally to love the soil,
and they sat or reclined on the ground with a feeling of
being close to a mothering power.
Their teepees were built upon the earth
and their altars were made of earth.
The soul was soothing, strengthening, cleansing and healing.
That is why the old Indian still sits upon the earth instead of
propping himself up and away from its life giving forces.
For him, to sit or lie upon the ground is to be able to think more deeply
and to feel more keenly. He can see more clearly into the mysteries of
life and come closer in kinship to other lives about him.
Chief Luther Standing Bear
http://www.sapphyr.net/natam/quotes-nativeamerican.htm
Ghanaian
Ituura rir kanono ritituhagia kahiu
The village, which has got a whetstone, does not blunt the knife
The sense of the proverb is that if in a village there is a good whetstone it does not mean that the villagers should purposely blunt their tools in order to whet them. The time will come when the shetstone will have to be used.
Every thing is good in its season.
GERMAN
When God cooks, you don’t see smoke.
African Proverb
(“Kuteka Lesa ke kumweka bwishi ne.” from Kaonde, Zambia)
( Maddy and Jim heading to the Illawarra to buy a new car. )
Susan Jeffers
http://www.help-for.com/quotes.htm
Corrie Ten Boom
Worry is a cycle of inefficient thoughts whirling around a centre of fear.
Only time can make you what you will be.
http://www.guyana.org/proverbs.html
Don’t wait to make your son a great man – make him a great boy.
“Judge a man by his questions rather than by his answers.”
― Voltaire
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
Upanishads
“I would enter the desert alone, to leave in the sand endless footprints only to be obliterated by the wind, to walk the same path each day expecting the same path tomorrow, and perhaps to cease wondering at the bloom and wither of lilies only to linger for death. But no, even in the desert, I would seek a new sanctuary, to contemplate a grain of sand in a sea of dryness…”
― Leonard Seet, Meditation on Space-Time
http://www.motherlandnigeria.com/proverbs.html
“As the week wore on, Ivan contemplated the merits of inertia as a problem-solving technique with growing favour”
― Lois McMaster Bujold
http://www.transname.com/sayings.html
“A Drunkard accuses a Drunkard…
A sot became extremely drunk – his legs
And head sank listless, weighed by wine’s thick dregs.
A sober neighbour put him in a sack
And took him homewards hoisted on his back.
Another drunk went stumbling by the first,
Who woke and stuck his head outside and cursed.
“Hey, you, you lousy dipsomaniac,”
He yelled as he was borne off in the sack,
“If you’d had fewer drinks, just two or three,
You would be walking now as well as me.”
―
― Nick Drake
”We need a type of theatre which not only releases the feelings, insights and impulses possible within the particular historical field of human relations in which the action takes place, but employs and encourages those thoughts and feelings which help transform the field itself.”
Bertolt Brecht
Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road
“He hesitated, but then stepped beneath the tree and knelt, depositing me gently on the ground between two giant roots. And he stayed there, kneeling beside me, holding my hand in his. Something splashed the back of my hand, cold as spring water, crystalling to my skin. A faery’s tears.”
― Julie Kagawa, The Iron Queen
– Richard Bach Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
“Somebody has to go polish the stars,
They’re looking a little bit dull.
Somebody has to go polish the stars,
For the eagles and starlings and gulls
Have all been complaining they’re tarnished and worn,
They say they want new ones we cannot afford.
So please get your rags
And your polishing jars,
Somebody has to go polish the stars.”
― Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic
― Becca Chopra, The Chakra Diaries
Taking the first step with the good thought, the second with the good word, and the third with the good deed, I enter paradise.
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History. Mystery. Research-in-Progress.
Learning to stumble through life without the comfort of booze.
A sweary alcohol recovery blog written by a Yorkshireman
Adventures in Addiction Recovery & Cancer Survival
A woman's quest for one year of sobriety
A mom, wife and professional's journey on recovering from addiction
ACoA Recovery Issues (adult-children of alcoholics & other narcissists)
WHERE TO START WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START
biographical, non-fiction
Alcoholics Anonymous Meetings in Mountain City, Tennessee
Emotional musings
Expedition website
ever seeking a right-fit life
Simple Thoughts on Life
Shortness of Breadth
Because we’re all recovering from something.