“When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before anyone is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness. In this hour divinely fresh and still, the fair face of every flower salutes me with a silent joy. . . . All the cares, perplexities, and griefs of existence, all the burdens of life slip from my shoulders and leave me with the heart of a little child that asks nothing beyond the present moment of innocent bliss.” HeartChildrenLittlesStillsMomentsCareFacesJoyAsksHoursPerfectGriefExistenceMorningFlowerFairsGardenSilentBurdenShouldersInnocentBlissAwakePresent MomentSlipsLeaving MeSalutePerplexityPerfect HappinessBurdens Of Life Author:Celia Thaxter
“In your cocoon, occasionally you shout complaints, such as, "Leave me alone!" "Bug off!" "I want to be who I am!"... which comes from fighting against your environment... You can raise your head and just take a little peek out of the cocoon... The environment is friendly. It is called "Planet Earth.” WantLittlesEarthFightingEnvironmentPlanetsRaisesComplainingWho I AmFriendlyComplaintsBugsLeaving MeOur EnvironmentMe AlonePlanet EarthLeave Me AloneCocoons Author:Chogyam Trungpa
“I had no monarch in my life, and cannot rule myself; and when I try to organize, my little force explodes and leaves me bare and charred.” TryingLittlesForceOrganizeLeaving MeMonarchs Book:Letters of Emily Dickinson Source: Letters of Emily Dickinson