“Don't make changes to suit others, stay true to yourself.”
Source: Life Is Simply A Game
“Just because something is common, that doesn't mean you have to follow it.”
Source: Mastering Your Mean Girl: The No-BS Guide to Silencing Your Inner Critic and Becoming Wildly Wealthy, Fabulously Healthy, and Bursting with Love
“Every time we people please, we are saying yes to someone else and no to our truth. In that moment we are dimming our light.”
Source: Mastering Your Mean Girl: The No-BS Guide to Silencing Your Inner Critic and Becoming Wildly Wealthy, Fabulously Healthy, and Bursting with Love
“By the second week of the Florida hurricane Ian disaster, it became clear the mainstream media were not reporting the full story that was circulating on social media.”
“Demi patted Alec on the back. ‘We’ve got this one—it’ll be easier than copying your homework while you sleep.’ ‘Wait, what?”
“Revelry isn't just the debauched pursuit of mindless, excessive--and often cruel-- pleasures as King Oberon and Titania have turned it into. It is supposed to be a place of art. No matter how seemingly frivolous, art can give a laugh, a light, a spark of pleasure relieves sorrow and uplifts the soul. It can tell truths and reach hearts better than dry, pedantic tomes. That's the true purpose of the Court of Revels.”
Source: Stolen Midsummer Bride
“Be kind and corteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes;
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey bags steal from the humble-bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen tights,
And light them at the fiery glow-worm’s eyes,
To have my love to bed and to arise;
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.”
Source: A Midsummer Night’s Dream
“Oberon: Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
Titania: What, jealous Oberon! - Fairies, skip hence:
I have forsworn his bed and his company.”
Source: A Midsummer Night’s Dream
“Be kind and corteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyews;
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey bags steal from the humble-bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen tights,
And light them at the fiery glow-worm’s eyes,
To have my love to bed and to arise;
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.”
Source: A Midsummer Night’s Dream
“On the exoteric level the traditions are irreconcilable. On the esoteric, experiential level of the heart reigns an eloquent, reverential silence.”
Source: A Little Compendium on That Which Matters