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“Our mind stops racing when we take a nature walk or just look at the clouds that disintegrate at the horizon.”

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“La nuit, il n’y avait presque aucun signe du Grand Désert d’Harmat qui l’environnait, car tout était très noir. Aux limites de sa perception il ressentait une absence, dans l’espace qui happait les mouvements pour les renvoyer, indécis : l’Obscurité ! Elle était là, dans le Grand Désert d’Harmat, patiente et vigilante ; le jeune Sorcelier, par anticipation, frissonna. Seuls témoins tangibles, les plis de ses vêtements où le sable s’était infiltré, comme partout sur sa personne, dans sa bouche, son nez, au coin des yeux, sur ses oreilles, sa peau... Par ces particules granulaires, ces simples grains à la rondeur naturelle, infimes et innombrables, il retrouva son affirmation au Grand Désert et repoussa plus loin la menace de l’Obscur. Vaincu par une saine fatigue et noyé de sérénité, Célian alla se coucher sous l’œil bienveillant de son mentor.”

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Book:Les Épieurs d'Ombre
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“When walking in this mode we discover the immense vigour of starry night skies, elemental energies, and our appetites follow: they are enormous, and our bodies are satisfied. When you have slammed the world’s door, there is nothing left to hold you: pavements no longer guide your steps (the path, a hundred thousand times repeated, of the return to the fold). Crossroads shimmer like hesitant stars, you rediscover the tremulous fear of choosing, a vertiginous freedom.”

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Book:A Philosophy of Walking
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“A truly brave man is ever serene; he is never taken by surprise; nothing ruffles the equanimity of his spirit. In the heat of battle he remains cool; in the midst of catastrophes he keeps level his mind. Earthquakes do not shake him, he laughs at storms. We admire him as truly great, who, in the menacing presence of danger or death, retains his self-possession; who, for instance, can compose a poem under impending peril or hum a strain in the face of death. Such indulgence betraying no tremor in the writing or in the voice, is taken as an infallible index of a large nature—of what we call a capacious mind (Yoyū), which, far from being pressed or crowded, has always room for something more.”

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Book:Bushido, The Soul Of Japan
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“He looked upwards at the brilliant blue sky. It was high noon because the sun was right overhead. The clouds danced around slowly, while drifting across the sky. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth of the sun glowing orange on his eyelids. It was a wonderful feeling.”

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Book:A Ghost In New Orleans
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“And then there was Joss. I met him in a dimly lit office, where he regaled me with tales of adventure, swashbuckling, shootings, spaceships, and narrow escapes. Um, where do I sign? He gave me a new identity, a costume, a gun, and a long brown duster for a cape. I remember that meeting so well; it was like a superhero "origin" issue. I remember Joss looking at Polaroid photos of my first costume fitting, holding up the one with the duster and gun saying, "Action figure, anyone?" Never in my wildest. Like some sort of super-team benefactor, Joss made superheroes out of all of us, complete with a super-hideout spaceship. During filming, we'd all retreat to our dressing room trailers and emerge like Supermen with our alter egos. The boots, the suspenders, gun holstered low on my hip... with a flick and a spin of that wicked awesome coat over my shoulders, I became someone else.”

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Author:Nathan Fillion
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