February 2011
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That’s the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning....
– Mary Oliver, Long Life: Essays and other Writing. Another polished stone from the river.
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“The early hours of morning; you still aren’t writing (rather, you aren’t even trying), you just read lazily. Everything is idle, quiet, full, as if it were a gift from the muse of sluggishness, just as earlier, in childhood, on vacation, when a colored map was slowly scrutinized before a trip, a map promising so much, deep ponds in the forest like glittering butterfly eyes,...
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Nevertheless, through war and famine and death, a sparse mercy had persisted,...
– Loren Eiseley, “The Star Thrower” (via ajourneyroundmyskull)
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Only the day dawns to which we are awake.
– Henry David Thoreau, as quoted in Being Blog: A Necessary and Vital Moment for Jon Kabat-Zinn and Being Mindful in All of Our Senses (Thank you, sharanam)
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the radical of poetry lies not in the
resolution of doubts but in their...
– C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil (Thank you escapeintolife & aperfectcommotion)
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The world is infinitely more interesting than any of my opinions concerning it.
– Nicholas Nixon → (via magnificentruin)
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However great the conceptual knowledge and understanding might be, in the face...
– Zen Master Zenkei Shibayama (Thank you, dreaminginthedeepsouth & knowledgeandspirit)
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Silence is the language of God;
It is also the language of the heart.
– Dag Hammarskjöld (via silencesounds)
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January 2011
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Words stand between silence and silence: between the silence of things and the...
– Thomas Merton (via silencesounds)
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It's All Dhamma: Kahlil Gibran on Joy and Sorrow →
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed...
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Calvin: Look, a dead bird!
Hobbes: It must’ve hit a window.
Calvin: Isn’t it...
– Bill Watterson, There’s Treasure Everywhere: A Calvin and Hobbes Collection (via liquidnight)
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It is always difficult to give oneself up; few persons anywhere ever succeed in...
– Octavio Paz. Today in the river.
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By honoring one another’s creation we honor something that deeply connects us...
– Joyce Carol Oates (via theparisreview)
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I have to see that there is a space between thoughts. A void that is reality,...
– From the excerpt: “Another Vision” in our issue “Beauty” taken from the book “The Reality of Being,” by Jeanne de Salzmann. (via parabola-magazine)
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I would like to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own...
– John O’Donohue
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Much of what I know I’ve learned by asking questions. My conversational style is...
– William Zinsser, “An Interesting Life”.” Thank you to the Quiet Bubble.
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Nothing is so firmly believed as what is least known.
– Michel de Montaigne, essayist (1533-1592)
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Joy and sorrow in this world pass into each other, mingling their forms and...
– Joseph Conrad, from “A Familiar Preface” to A Personal Record (via liquidnight)
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Though the wave of words is forever upon us, our depth is forever silent.
– Kahlil Gibran (via saturnrising & bluejaysings)
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Why should we move to find
Countries and climates of another kind?
What exile...
– Horace. Thank you, The Floating Library
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I’m suggesting that if you try to touch the self, it will be the same difficulty...
– David Bohm, Thought as a System, p. 173 (via sharanam)