“The world tells us to be our best selves, to be amazing, to be an inspiration. Sometimes, it's nice to just BE.”
Source: Inspire & Nurture SELF CARE
“God uses nobodies that will trust Him implicitly and fully.”
Source: Principles for the Gathering of Believers Under the Headship of Jesus Christ
“The ART of happiness is finding your joy in the process, rather than in the end result.”
Source: Inspire & Nurture SELF CARE
“It is a privilege to be called a friend. To be included in someone's private space. To witness both their joy and suffering. To stand with them on good days, and to lie with them on nights they cannot breathe.”
“Joy is sometimes a blessing, but it is often a conquest.”
Source: By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
“We all force our true selves into little hashes and show them like passwords. A smile is a hashing function, and a word, and a cry. The cry is not the grief, the word is not the meaning, and smile is not the joy: we cannot run the hash in reverse, we cannot get from the sign to the absolute truth. Maybe the smile is false. Maybe the grief is a lie.”
Source: The Monster Baru Cormorant
“Children can still hear you even when they aren’t listening. (It’s their superpower.)”
Source: One Mom To Another: Be Kind to Yourself, Embrace the Good, Find Joy in the Everyday
“Attaining joy entails more than simply achieving success in the single aim of a person’s life work. Happiness in its truest sense is the unselfish ability to love other people. Perchance that is why it is better to lose at love than never to love at all. Until we lose at love, we are not willing to risk all, we are reluctant to let go of our last vestiges of selfishness to become the unselfish lovers that we must ultimately aspire to be in order to reach the requisite degree of emotional equanimity essential to attain bliss.”
Source: Dead Toad Scrolls
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“In the first week of April the weather turned suddenly, unseasonably, insistently lovely. The sky was blue, the air warm and windless, and the sun beamed on the muddy ground with all the sweet impatience of June. Toward the fringe of the wood, the young trees were yellow with the first tinge of new leaves; woodpeckers laughed and drummed in the copses and, lying in bed with my window open, I could hear the rush and gurgle of the melted snow running in the gutters all night long.
In the second week of April everyone waited anxiously to see if the weather would hold. It did, with serene assurance. Hyacinth and daffodil bloomed in the flower beds, violet and periwinkle in the meadows; damp, bedraggled white butterflies fluttered drunkenly in the hedgerows. I put away my winter coat and overshoes and walked around, nearly light-headed with joy, in my shirtsleeves.”
Source: The Secret History