“Now, I don't actually know the exact cut-off age where beautiful ceases and "must have-once-been-beautiful" begins. It's true it's not forty-five. I can still get attention when I try really hard, even if it's greatly reduced.” IfsKnowsTryingStillsI CanHardAgeBeautifulAttentionFiveCuttingCeaseForty Author:Paulina Porizkova
“In relation to the earth we have been autistic for centuries. Only now have we begun to listen with some attention and with a willingness to respond to the earth's demands that we cease our industrial assault, that we abandon our inner rage against the conditions of our earthly existence, that we renew our human participation in the grand liturgy of the universe.” HumansHas BeensEarthUniverseExistenceAttentionConditionsCenturyDemandRelationEnvironmentalRageCeaseAbandonWillingnessParticipationAssaultAutisticLiturgy Book:Creative Energy: Bearing Witness for the Earth Source: Creative Energy: Bearing Witness for the Earth
“Average is a failing plan! Average doesn't work in any area of life. Anything that you give only average amounts of attention to will start to subside and will eventually cease to exist.” GivingAttentionPlansFailingAmountAreasAverageCease Author:Grant Cardone
“I remember I would not stand still; I would not stop being perplexed by everything that spontaneously attracted me or caught my attention. I would never cease to look around me and observe myself in relation to nature: either crystal clear skies and sun-melting afternoons, or foggy winter days and weirdly tinted nights. I would never cease to dream and stand by the window, ready to let the diversity of life pass freely through my skin; courageous enough to believe I stood a chance in devouring each shade of sensation. Or perhaps, immensely foolish to plainly - believe at all.” BelieveLooksStillsEnoughDreamRememberNightChanceAttentionSunClearSkyReadyDiversityWindowSkinsRelationWinterCaughtFoolishCeaseCourageousSensationsShadeAfternoonCrystalsMeltingDevouringPerplexedWinter DaysDiversity Of LifeClear Skies Author:Virginia Woolf