“Describe your sorrows and desires, passing thoughts and the belief in some sort of beauty-describe all these with loving, quiet, humble sincerity, and use, to express yourself, the things in your environment, the images from your dreams, and the objects of your memory.” UseDreamDesireBeliefMemoriesEnvironmentObjectsSorrowQuietHumblePassingPassingsYour DreamsSincerityOur EnvironmentOur MemoriesExpress Yourself Author:Rainer Maria Rilke
“That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.” PeopleThinkingYearsCountryNightSoundWalksSunQuietLateRainRiversEmptyPassingPassingsHillsAutumnTwilightClosetsCoalMidnightFogMistNoonDuskCellarsAtticsPantry Book:THE OCTOBER COUNTRY Source: THE OCTOBER COUNTRY
“O how all things are far removed and long have passed away. I do believe the star, whose light my face reflects, is dead and has been so for many thousand years. I had a vision of a passing boat and heard some voices saying disquieting things. I heard a clock strike in some distant house... but in which house?... I long to quiet my anxious heart and stand beneath the sky's immensity. I long to pray... And one of all the stars must still exist. I do believe that I would know which one alone endured, and which like a white city stands at the ray's end shining in the heavens.” KnowsYearsBelieveHeartLongHas BeensStillsEndsLightFacesHouseHeavenStarsVoiceWhiteCitiesVisionHeardSkyPrayingThousandQuietAll ThingsShiningStrikesPassingPassingsBoatClockRaysAnxiousThousand YearsPassed AwayImmensity Author:Rainer Maria Rilke
“Truth is not a reward for good behaviour, nor a prize for passing some tests. It cannot be brought about. It is the primary, the unborn, the ancient source of all that is. You are eligible because you are. You need not merit truth. It is your own....Stand still, be quiet.” NeedsStillsMeditationSourceTruth IsQuietTestsRewardsAncientPassingPassingsPrimariesMeritPrizeBehaviourUnborn Author:Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
“Nothing feeds forgetfulness better than war.... We all keep quiet and they try to convince us that what we've seen, what we've done, what we've learned about ourselves and about others, is an illusion, a passing nightmare. Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them and they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.” TryingWarDoneMomentsFacesNamesLeftVoiceMemoriesBehindsHappenedReturnQuietIllusionPassingPassingsConvinceNightmareLeft BehindForgetfulnessNo MemoryConvince Us Author:Carlos Ruiz Zafon