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“Hurry ruins saints as well as artists.”

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This book is a compilation of reflective essays that delve into the essence of contemplation, examining its significance in fostering spiritual insight and personal transformation. more

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Thomas Merton

Thomas Merton (January 31, 1915 - December 10, 1968) was an American writer, poet, social critic, and mystic. His works covered a wide range of topics including philosophy, religion, and social justice, and were highly appreciated by readers. more

“Everything is biographical, Lucian Freud says. What we make, why it is made, how we draw a dog, who it is we are drawn to, why we cannot forget. Everything is collage, even genetics. There is the hidden presence of others in us, even those we have known briefly. We contain them for the rest of our lives, at every border we cross.”

Made Forget Known Our Lives Dog Draws Crosses Borders Genetics Collages Forget Everything

Author:Michael Ondaatje

“It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.”

Ifs Beautiful Joy Morning Quiet Valuable Golden Weed Leafs Jewels Sunny Dew Bustle

Book:Tortilla Flat

Source: Tortilla Flat

“And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and hypothesize, what I really need, what I'm really looking for, is not something I can articulate. It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it.”

Knows Needs Feels Heart I Can Happens Turns Brain My Friends Need Love Prozac Nonverbal Prozac Nation

Book:Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America

Source: Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America

“And in the end, of course, a true war story is never about war. It's about sunlight. It's about the special way that dawn spreads out on a river when you know you must cross the river and march into the mountains and do things you are afraid to do. It's about love and memory. It's about sorrow. It's about sisters who never write back and people who never listen.”