“When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.”
Source: Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way
“For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. The shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes. To someone who doesn't understand growth, it would look like complete destruction.”
“I’ve learned that everything happens for a reason,” the yogi Krishnan told him. “Every event has a why and all adversity teaches us a lesson... Never regret your past. Accept it as the teacher that it is.”
Source: The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari
“I see now that the path I choose through the maze makes me what I am. I am not only a thing, but also a way of being—one of many ways—and knowing the paths I have followed and the ones left to take will help me understand what I am becoming.”
Source: Flowers for Algernon
“Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you are.”
“Rocks in my path? I keep them all. With them I shall build my castle.”
“Just as dust of a gentle breeze, quiet ascends of fallen leaves, upward to the skies. Still, we rise.”
Source: Whisk Of Dust: Too Unseen Distance
“The ugliest thing in America is greed, the lust for power and domination, the lunatic ideology of perpetual Growth - with a capital G. 'Progress' in our nation has for too long been confused with 'Growth'; I see the two as different, almost incompatible, since progress means, or should mean, change for the better - toward social justice, a livable and open world, equal opportunity and affirmative action for all forms of life. And I mean all forms, not merely the human. The grizzly, the wolf, the rattlesnake, the condor, the coyote, the crocodile, whatever, each and every species has as much right to be here as we do.”
Source: Postcards from Ed: Dispatches and Salvos from an American Iconoclast
“Like a wild flower; she spent her days, allowing herself to grow, not many knew of her struggle, but eventually all; knew of her light.”
“I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold:
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more.
In Memoriam A.H.H. Section 5”
Source: In Memoriam