“I remember, for instance, the first time I went to the great palace of Versailles outside Paris and how, as I wandered around among all those gardens and fountains and statues, I had a sense that the place was alive with ghosts which I was just barely able to see, that somewhere just beneath the surface of all that was going on around me at that moment, the past was going on around me too with such reality and such poignance that I had to have somebody else to tell about it if only to reassure myself that I wasn’t losing my mind. I wanted and sorely needed to name to another human being the sights that I was seeing and the thoughts and feelings they were giving rise to. I thought that in a way I could not even surely know what I was seeing physically until I could speak of it to someone else, could not come to terms with what I was feeling as either real or unreal until I could put it into words and speak those words and hear other words in response to mine. But there was nobody to speak to, as it happened, and I can still remember the frustration of it: the sense I had of something trying to be born in me that could not be born without the midwifery of expressing it; the sense, it might not be too much to say, of my self trying to be born, of a threshold I had to cross in order to move on into the next room of who I had it in me just then to become. “in the beginning was the Word,” John writes, and perhaps part of what that means is that until there is a word, there can be no beginning.
Frederick Buechner, A Room Called Remember, in an essay called The Speaking and Writing of Words.”
Source: A Room Called Remember: Uncollected Pieces – Essays and Sermons on Faith, Love, and the Power of Words
“Oj budi svoj! Al’ brat ti budi braći,
I radi za svijet, al’ ne slušaj pljeska;
I ljubi svijet, al’ ne nadaj se plaći,
Jer hvala ljudska voda je vrh pijeska,
U tvojoj svijesti hvala ti je trudu,
S poštena tekar lica teče pošten znoj,
I nijesi, brate, živio zaludu,
Kad jesi svoj!”
Source: Budi svoj: hrvatska lirika 19. stoljeća
“To do better, to be better, to make other things better. My whole damn life is my passion project. You think I have big hair; you should see my dreams.”
Source: Stuff I've Been Feeling Lately
“Life is like facing two mirrors at each other: There is no beginning...
no end.
Just the beauty within the reflected infinity”
“Alma, para llegar al infinito,
da un impulso más firme a tu vuelo;
sufre mási... ¡sufremási... Tiene tu grito
alas, para elevarte sobre el suelo...”
Source: Poemas de la Inmovilidad y Canciones al Sol
“And for that, I forgive you.
And for that, a masochist in me that was nurtured and raised by you is also thankful”
Source: Life Will Kill You, My Friend
“Don't keep anyone around
Who would let you go flat.
- how to stay bubbly”
Source: flavor profile
“Show Love.
Give from your heart.
Mourn with those who suffer.
Joy with those who try and triumph.
Care more.”
Source: Hope Evermore: Quotes, Verse, & Spiritual Inspiration for Every Day of the Year
“Here, I'm back again; I'm not in the complaint;
My focus mind retains; Not tired absorbing the pain; I'm water during the drained.
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“Dreaming of a life not lived, but holding onto the fantasy, because the scars of reality still sting the heart.”
Source: Coagulated Memories: A Coming of Age Collection of Poetry, Prose and Illustrations