“The soul faithfully comes to our aid through dreams, deep emotion, love, the quiet voice of guidance, synchronicities, revelations, hunches, and visions, and at times through illness, nightmares, and terrors.”
Source: Nature and the Human Soul: Cultivating Wholeness and Community in a Fragmented World
“Opening to answers. Within, all mysteries are awaiting to come forth and be revealed. In all experiences, our unique Soul is expressing itself to discover the beauty- revealed.”
Source: Sutras of the Heart: Spiritual Poetry to Nourish the Soul
“Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l’archer;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l’empêchent de marcher.”
Source: Les Fleurs Du Mal
“I sat down on the sofa, surrounded by years of coffee rings and sandwich stains. If the police ever did a DNA test on this sofa, it would be ninety per cent disappointment.”
“Maybe I should love someone mundane and let them bore me to death.”
“No, life has no soundtrack, just the daily grind occasionally alleviated by short-lived bursts of happiness—a vacation, the birth of a child, retirement. This is my life and the life of everyone I know—all my friends, all my family members, everyone with whom I have more than a passing acquaintance. I’ve spent nearly forty-five years on this planet, and the majority of those years—my adult years, my reality-based years—have shown me that the adventure Molly and John had no longer exists. This is why I so want Molly to wake up and tell me that I’m wrong.”
Source: The Magnolia That Bloomed Unseen
“Moments of extreme joy or sorrow always feel surreal and incredible, which tells us that life is mostly a voyage of mundanity between distant, analogous shores of disbelief.”
“The first hospital building had been constructed there in 1811; only eight years later Bellevue became the first U.S. hospital to formally require a qualified physician to pronounce a death (after a desperately ill man had been discovered among the corpses stacked on the morgue wagon).”
Source: The Poisoner's Handbook: Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York
“The current head of that ward, an alienist named Menas Gregory, had been trying for years to change that haunted reputation. He angrily defended people in his care, many of whom had been brought in against their will when their families had them declared crazy. The lost occupants of his ward needed help, Gregory argued, not mockery, not groundless fear. He worried at how slow people accepted that, even in his own institution. 'There is, at the present time, no place where these patients may receive proper treatment.”
Source: The Poisoner's Handbook: Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York
“This work, which I may term 'organization,'' has apparently not been tried before, Norris wrote to Hylan, displaying his contempt for the previous system.”
Source: The Poisoner's Handbook: Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York