“Your silent thoughts are like the roots of a plant. They remain hidden in the dark recesses of the earth, but from them stems the whole plant--its life and form, its strength and beauty. From them and through them the plant lives and dies. So, too, your thoughts, although hidden, are your real, vital force.” ThinkingRealWholeEarthFormDiesForceDarkRootsPlantSilentStemRecessPlant LifeStrength And Beauty Book:The Hidden Power of Kindness: A Practical Handbook for Souls who Dare to Transform the World, One Deed at a Time Source: The Hidden Power of Kindness: A Practical Handbook for Souls who Dare to Transform the World, One Deed at a Time
“With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!” ChildrenDiesDarkSkyCryWindSpringWinterAriseMarchStubbornUnseenRushingGloomyBidding Book:The Poems Source: The Poems
“When one compares the talents one has with those of a Leibniz , one is tempted to throw away one's books and go die quietly in the dark of some forgotten corner.” BookDiesDarkTalentForgottenCornersCompareTempted Author:Denis Diderot
“Like all truly pure souls she [Chantal] quickly resigned herself to past faults, thought only of how to repair whatever harm they had done. "Of all my daughters, you are certainly the least bothered by scruples of conscience," Abbé Chevance used to say.... Even sin, once the will is detached and no longer nourishes it, withers and dies sterile. It is in the secret of intentions, like in a decomposing humus, in the dark forest of future sins, unpardoned sins, half dead, half living, that new poisons are distilled.” SoulDonePastUsedDiesDarkSinSecretHalfPureDaughterConscienceFaultsIntentionHarmForestsPoisonMy DaughterBotheredDetachedResignedScruplesPure Soul Author:Georges Bernanos
“Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time.” IfsThinkingKnowsMenGivingFeelsShouldWellsLooksLittlesI CanMightCareEarthDiesPassionStarsDarkHellSkyReturnEqualEmptyAffectionDisappearDamnIndifferenceBeastTake MeDreadSublimeLittle TimeGo To HellAdmirerAll StarsMissed Ones Author:W. H. Auden