“All Nature bristles with the marks of interrogation-among the grass and the petals of flowers, amidst the feathers of birds and the hairs of mammals, on mountain and moorland, in sea and sky-everywhere. It is one of the joys of life to discover those marks of interrogation, these unsolved and half-solved problems and try to answer their questions.” LifeTryingProblemScienceJoyNatureAnswersHalfSeaSkyFlowerHairMountainBirdMarkGrassFeathersJoy Of LifePetalsMammalsInterrogationSolved ProblemsSea And Sky Author:J. Arthur Thomson
“Live as though you don't exist; like you are two eyeballs floating in space with nothing behind them. No brain attached. Not even hair - Nothing.There is a place inside your own heart, inside your own being that knows the kind of seemingly foolish things I speak and it is totally thrilled to be reminded of this infinite expanse and infinite joy that it is. Find this place.” KnowsHeartKindTwoJoySpeakSpaceBehindsBrainLike YouHairInfiniteFoolishFloatingExpanseEyeballsFloating In Space Author:Mooji
“I'll Vacuum up my stale hair, I'll pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll write a poem called Yellow and put my lips down to drink it up.” WritingJoyMotivationHopePayHairDrinkLipsDebtNeighborYellowVacuumsStale Book:Words for Dr. Y.: uncollected poems with three stories Source: Words for Dr. Y.: uncollected poems with three stories
“There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning.” BodyJoyMorningHairBrushesCannonsTowels Author:Anne Sexton
“Beauty is about perception, not about make-up. I think the beginning of all beauty is knowing and liking oneself. You can't put on make-up, or dress yourself, or do you hair with any sort of fun or joy if you're doing it from a position of correction.” IfsThinkingInspirationalJoyFunKnowingPositionHairPerceptionDressesOneselfCorrectionsMakeup And BeautyPerception Of Beauty Author:Kevyn Aucoin
“[Photography is a] hair-raising joy ride in a medium that, despite being a mechanical trick, can break down the division between mind and matter like a superhero, or an artist.” MindMatterJoyArtistBreakHairPhotographyTricksMediumsDespiteDivisionBreaking DownSuperheroMind And MatterJoy Ride Author:Philip-Lorca diCorcia
“Although no one said so, intuitively I knew they were my celestial welcoming committee. It was as if they had all gathered just outside heaven's gate, waiting for me. The first person I recognized was Joe Kulbeth, my grandfather. He looked exactly as I remembered him, with his shock of white hair. ...as I stared into his face, an ecstatic bliss overwhelmed me. ... I couldn't get past the joy of our reunion. How either of us reached heaven seemed irrelevant.” IfsFirstsPersonsSaidPastFacesJoyHeavenWaitingWhiteHairWelcomeRememberedBlissShockGatesGrandfatherCommitteesIrrelevantOverwhelmedMy GrandfatherCelestialFirst PersonReunionEcstaticWhite Hair Book:90 Minutes in Heaven: A True Story of Death and Life Source: 90 Minutes in Heaven: A True Story of Death and Life
“Kevin stopped where he was and stood there simply gazing at her. Molly sat cross-legged in the meadow with the sun shining on her bare shoulders and a pair of yellow butterflies fluttering like hair bows around her head. She was all the dreams he'd lost at dawn-dreams of everything he hadn't understood he needed until now. She was his playmate, his confidante, the lover who made his blood rush. She was the mother of his children and the companion of his old age. She was the joy of his heart.” HeartChildrenMadeDreamAgeJoyMotherLostSunBloodHairNeededLoversUnderstoodCrossesShiningShouldersOld AgeDawnSatPairsCompanionYellowButterflyBowsMeadowsKevinGazingFluttering Author:Susan Elizabeth Phillips