Category Archives: TRANSCENDENCE

I am become a transparent eyeball. Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is illusion. Look with your understanding, find out what you already know, and you’ll see the way to fly.

Richard Bach in “Jonathan Livingston Seagull”

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With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.

 

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Fear not, we are of the nature of the lion, and cannot descend to the destruction of mice and such small beasts.

Elizabeth I

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In making your escape, where is it you’re going to?

Do you plan to creep back in here where you emerged from?
Opening her robe to expose her virgina, a mother confronts her son who had fled from a battle.

http://www.ancientgreekbattles.net/Pages/47931_Spartaquotes.htm

Ahakoa he iti he pounamu

Although it is small, it is greenstone

This is a humble way to deliver a small gift. Greenstone (jade) is an extremely useful commodity which is considered very precious, so although you may not be presenting greenstone, the word pounamu stands as a metaphor for something precious or a treasure from the heart.

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A family with an old person has a living treasure of gold.

CHINESE PROVERB

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I would never have amounted to anything were it not for adversity. I was forced to come up the hard way.

~J.C. Penny

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You’ll enjoy the short walk of his company,

as will he: singled out from the others

to push his nose eagerly into the halter, lowering

his head so you can easily fasten the buckle.

Rest your arm on his warm neck

as you wait for a passing ute,

lean into the could-only-be-horse smell of him,

see his ear turn just a few degrees in your direction,

like an old man cupping his hand, to hear

you say go on. Turn him loose and stay awhile,

watch him graze, lifting his head to sounds

of minute-to-minute living.

Because by Carolyn Fisher

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Scheherazade had inherited the seven baskets of talk, I should have added that she put them out at compound interest until they amounted to seventy-seven.

EDGAR ALLEN POE

http://www.classicshorts.com/stories/1002Scheherazade.html

 

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“Stories are masks of God.

That’s a story, too, of course. I made it up, in collaborations with Joseph Campbell and Scheherazade, Jesus and the Buddha and the Brother’s Grimm.

Stories show us how to bear the unbearable, approach the unapproachable, conceive the inconceiveable. Stories provide meaning, texture, layers and layers of truth.

Stories can also trivialize. Offered indelicately, taken too literally, stories become reductionist tools, rendering things neat and therefore false. Even as we must revere and cherish the masks we variously create, Campbell reminds us, we must not mistake the masks of God for God.

So it seemes to me that one of the most vital things we can teach our children is how to be storytellers. How to tell stories that are rigorously, insistently, beautifully true. And how to believe them.”

― Melanie Tem, The Man on the Ceiling

The hardest person to awaken is the person already awake. –

– Tagalog (Filipino)

http://www.wiseoldsayings.com/change-quotes/

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“Accept – then act. Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it. Always work with it, not against it. Make it your friend and ally, not your enemy. This will miraculously transform your whole life.”

― Eckhart Tolle

I am a song bird, I am a meek song bird, I offer my prayer to the Lord.

 

(Quote by – Guru Nanak)

http://www.dumb.com/quotes/birds-quotes/

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For the sake of a few lines one must see many cities, men and things. One must know the animals, one must feel how the birds fly and know the gesture with which the small flowers open in the morning. One must be able to think back to roads in unknown regions, to unexpected meetings and to partings which one had long seen coming; to days of childhood that are still unexplained, to parents that one had to hurt when they brought one some joy and one did not grasp it (it was joy for someone else); to childhood illness that so strangely began with a number of profound and grave transformations, to days in rooms withdrawn and quiet and to mornings by the sea, to the sea itself, to seas, to nights of travel that rushed along on high and flew with all the stars-and it is not enough if one may think all of this. One must have memories of many nights of love, none of which was like the others, of the screams of women in labour, and of light, white, sleeping women in childbed, closing again. But one must also have been beside the dying, one must have sat beside the dead in the room with the open window and the fitful noises. And still it is not enough to have memories. One must be able to forget them when they are many, and one must have the great patience to wait until they come again. For it is not yet the memories themselves. Not until they have turned to blood within us, to glance, to gesture, nameless and no longer to be distinguished from ourselves-not until then can it happen that in a most rare hour the first word of a verse arises in their midst and goes forth from them.”

― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

If you are not afraid of rising, you will see that wings start growing in your body!”

― Mehmet Murat ildan

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“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

Dear girl! Life is addictive. Yet we must live.

― Joyce Carol Oates, Blonde

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“This is what I think. Addiction is just a way of trying to get at something else. Something bigger. Call it transcendence if you want, but it’s a fucked-up way, like a rat in a maze. We all want the same thing. We all have this hole. The thing you want offers relief, but it’s a trap.”

Tess Callahan, April & Oliver