Category Archives: UNKNOWN

They’re letting strangers saunter through. the measure of my life. Geoff Page.

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“. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?”
“Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

The first river you paddle runs through the rest of your life. It bubbles up in pools and eddies to remind you who you are. – Lynn Noel, Voyages: Canada’s Heritage Rivers

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Rivers are magnets for the imagination, for conscious pondering and subconscious dreams, thrills and fears. People stare into the moving water, captivated, as they are when gazing into a fire. What is it that draws and holds us? The rivers’ reflections of our lives and experiences are endless. The water calls up our own ambitions of flowing with ease, of navigating the unknown. Streams represent constant rebirth. The waters flow in, forever new, yet forever the same; they complete a journey from beginning to end, and then they embark on the journey again.
– From Lifelines by Tim Palmer

http://www.rowadventures.com/River-Quotes.html

“Agua!, cielos”, dijo un pato cuando volar ya no pudo

Water!, Oh Heavens!”, said a duck when it could no longer fly
This proverb can be woven into conversation, by way of exclamation, to highlight a situation where there seems to be no way out.
When a duck in the air realizes it´s no longer able to fly, its options are not many. The best it can hope for is water – to make a soft landing.

http://www.spanish-learning-corner.com/mexican-proverbs.html

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a gate wide open

moving forward with courage

toward the unknown

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GABRIELLE BRYDEN

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Well, fuck a duck.
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

Beauty stands and waits with gravity to start her death-defying leap

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

http://www.litera.co.uk/greek_proverbs_freedom_or_death/47/

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In a dancer, there is a reverence for such forgotten things as the miracle of the small beautiful bones and their delicate strength. In a thinker, there is a reverence for the beauty of the alert and directed and lucid mind. In all of us who perform there is an awareness of the smile which is part of the equipment, or gift, of the acrobat. We have all walked the high wire of circumstance at times. We recognize the gravity pull of the earth as he does. The smile is there because he is practicing living at that instant of danger. He does not choose to fall.
At times I fear walking that tightrope. I fear the venture into the unknown. But that is part of the act of creating and the act of performing.
That is what a dancer does.

(Martha Graham in ‘I am a Dancer’)

http://www.narthaki.com/info/quotes1.html

My heart: its birds away, its branches bare, Swooned in eclipse. William Baylebridge

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“A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.” 

― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

I can’t help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It’s as glorious as soaring through a sunset – almost pays for the thud.”

― L.M. Montgomery

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Many live in dread of what is coming. Why should we? The unknown puts adventure into life. … The unexpected around the corner gives a sense of anticipation and surprise. Thank God for the unknown future.
E. Stanley Jones

Death As a dark Shadow Beckons his prey Into the unknown By a soft whisper In the soul

CINDY CHENEY, “Death”

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“Drunkenness – that fierce rage for the slow, sure poison, that oversteps every other consideration; that casts aside wife, children, friends, happiness, and station; and hurries its victims madly on to degradation and death.”

― Charles Dickens, Sketches by Boz

“Falling silent should be cultivated, the way the woods fall silent in the snow. Messages you can’t send any other way can be heard.

Phyllis Theroux, The Journal Keeper: A Memoir

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“It was probably my mother’s screaming that frightened the cat. It’s just a guess. No one knows for sure why a cat fell from a ten-storey building onto my head.”

― J.E. Fison, Tiger Terror

I dream of hiking into my old age.

Marlyn Doan

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“You think the only people who are people, are the people who look and think like you. But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you’ll learn things you never knew you never knew.”

Pocahontas

when things seem to have reached that stage, merely say “I won’t play any longer”, and take your departure; but if you stay, stop lamenting. Epictetus

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“Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Civilization, man feels once more happy.”

― Richard Francis Burton

Once you’ve chosen a man, don’t try to change him’, I wrote with more confidence. ‘It can’t be done. More important-don’t let him try to change you.”

― Diana Gabaldon, Voyager

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“With the palms zipping past and the big sun burning down on the road ahead, I had a flash of something I hadn’t felt since my first months in Europe – a mixture of ignorance and a loose, “what the hell” kind of confidence that comes on a man when the wind picks up and he begins to move in a hard straight line toward an unknown horizon.”

― Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary

My whole being was seeking for something still unknown which might confer meaning upon the banality of life.

C.G. Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections

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“My therapist shared a theory she had come across, and I liked it. It held that before making your next journey in this life, your soul sits at a large, circular conference table and chooses the souls who are going to be a part of your life. As for which particular people would be chosen, I figured they would be individuals from previous lives with whom there was still unfinished business.”

Melissa Gilbert, Prairie Tale: A Memoir