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  • #1
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Run from what's comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll be mad.”
    Rumi

  • #2
    Thich Nhat Hanh
    “Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves - slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future.”
    Thich Nhat Hanh

  • #3
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.”
    Rumi, Words of Paradise: Selected Poems of Rumi

  • #4
    “In the heartfelt mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will visit us, to shine on those sitting in darkness, in the shadow of death, to guide our feet to the way of peace.”
    Anonymous, The Holy Bible: King James Version

  • #5
    Wynonna Judd
    “Most of us are imprisoned by something. We're living in darkness until something flips on the switch.”
    Wynonna Judd

  • #6
    Beau Taplin
    “The one thing I know for sure is that feelings are rarely mutual, so when they are, drop everything, forget belongings and expectations, forget the games, the two days between texts, the hard to gets because this is it, this is what the entire world is after and you’ve stumbled upon it by chance, by accident––so take a deep breath, take a step forward, now run, collide like planets in the system of a dying sun, embrace each other with both arms and let all the rules, the opinions and common sense crash down around you. Because this is love kid, and it’s all yours. Believe me, you're in for one hell of a ride, after all––this is the one thing I know for sure.”
    Beau Taplin

  • #7
    Roman Payne
    “When I touched her body,
    I believed she was God.
    In the curves of her form
    I found the birth of Man,
    the creation of the world,
    and the origin of all life.”
    Roman Payne

  • #8
    Maya Angelou
    “Every person needs to take one day away.  A day in which one consciously separates the past from the future.  Jobs, family, employers, and friends can exist one day without any one of us, and if our egos permit us to confess, they could exist eternally in our absence.  Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for.  Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us.”
    Maya Angelou, Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now

  • #9
    Thich Nhat Hanh
    “The mind can go in a thousand directions, but on this beautiful path, I walk in peace. With each step, the wind blows. With each step, a flower blooms.”
    Thich Nhat Hanh

  • #10
    Rebecca Solnit
    “To lose yourself: a voluptuous surrender, lost in your arms, lost to the world, utterly immersed in what is present so that its surroundings fade away. In Benjamin’s terms, to be lost is to be fully present, and to be fully present is to be capable of being in uncertainty and mystery.”
    Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost

  • #11
    Dietrich Bonhoeffer
    “In normal life we hardly realize how much more we receive than we give, and life cannot be rich without such gratitude. It is so easy to overestimate the importance of our own achievements compared with what we owe to the help of others.”
    Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Letters and Papers from Prison

  • #12
    Joan Didion
    “It occurred to me almost constantly in the South that had I lived there I would have been an eccentric and full of anger, and I wondered what form the anger would have taken. Would I have taken up causes, or would I have simply knifed somebody?”
    Joan Didion, South and West: From a Notebook

  • #13
    E.B. White
    “If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.”
    E.B. White

  • #14
    E.E. Cummings
    “nothing proving or sick or partial. Nothing false,nothing difficult or easy or small or colossal. Nothing ordinary or extraordinary,nothing emptied or filled,real or unreal;nothing feeble and known or clumsy and guessed. Everywhere tints childrening, innocent spontaneous,true. Nowhere possibly what flesh and impossibly such a garden,but actually flowers which breasts are among the very mouths of light. Nothing believed or doubted; brain over heart, surface:nowhere hating or to fear;shadow, mind without soul. Only how measureless cool flames of making;only each other building always distinct selves of mutual entirely opening;only alive. Never the murdered finalities of wherewhen and yesno,impotent nongames of wrongright and rightwrong;never to gain or pause,never the soft adventure of undoom,greedy anguishes and cringing ecstasies of inexistence; never to rest and never to have:only to grow.
    Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.”
    E. E. Cummings

  • #15
    Oliver Burkeman
    “In an age of instrumentalization, the hobbyist is a subversive: he insists that some things are worth doing for themselves alone, despite offering no payoffs in terms of productivity or profit. The derision we heap upon the avid stamp collector or train spotter might really be a kind of defense mechanism, to spare us from confronting the possibility that they’re truly happy in a way that the rest of us—pursuing our telic lives, ceaselessly in search of future fulfillment—are not. This also helps explain why it’s far less embarrassing (indeed, positively fashionable) to have a “side hustle,” a hobbylike activity explicitly pursued with profit in mind.”
    Oliver Burkeman, Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals

  • #16
    T.S. Eliot
    “To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man's life.”
    T.S. Eliot, The Use of Poetry and the Use of Criticism

  • #17
    T.S. Eliot
    “This is the way the world ends
    Not with a bang but a whimper.”
    T.S. Eliot

  • #18
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”
    Rumi

  • #19
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “I want to see you.

    Know your voice.

    Recognize you when you
    first come 'round the corner.

    Sense your scent when I come
    into a room you've just left.

    Know the lift of your heel,
    the glide of your foot.

    Become familiar with the way
    you purse your lips
    then let them part,
    just the slightest bit,
    when I lean in to your space
    and kiss you.

    I want to know the joy
    of how you whisper
    "more”
    Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

  • #20
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “silence is the language of god,
    all else is poor translation.”
    Rumi

  • #21
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.”
    Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

  • #22
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.”
    Rumi

  • #23
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor...Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.”
    Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

  • #24
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.”
    Rumi

  • #25
    Anaïs Nin
    “Dear Collector: We hate you. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it
    becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. You have taught us more than anyone I know how wrong it is not to mix it with emotion, hunger, desire, lust, whims, caprices, personal ties, deeper relationships that change its color, flavor, rhythms, intensities.
    "You do not know what you are missing by your micro-scopic examination of sexual activity to the exclusion of aspects which are the fuel that ignites it. Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it, draining its blood.
    If you nourished your sexual life with all the excitements and adventures which love injects into sensuality, you would be the most potent man in the world. The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. Sex does not thrive on monotony. Without feeling, inventions, moods, no surprises in bed. Sex must be mixed with
    tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine. How much do you lose by this periscope at the tip of your sex, when you could enjoy a harem of distinct and never-repeated wonders? No two hairs alike, but you will not let us waste words on a description of hair; no two odors, but if we expand on this you cry Cut the poetry. No two skins with the same texture, and never the same light, temperature, shadows, never the same gesture; for a lover, when he is aroused by true love, can run the gamut of centuries of love lore. What a range,
    what changes of age, what variations of maturity and innocence, perversity and art . . . We have sat around for hours and wondered how you look. If you have closed your senses upon silk, light, color, odor, character, temperament, you must be by now completely shriveled up. There are so many minor senses, all running like tributaries into the mainstream of sex, nourishing it. Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.”
    Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus

  • #26
    “Distance changes utterly when you take the world on foot. A mile becomes a long way, two miles literally considerable, ten miles whopping, fifty miles at the very limits of conception. The world, you realize, is enormous in a way that only you and a small community of fellow hikers know. Planetary scale is your little secret.

    Life takes on a neat simplicity, too. Time ceases to have any meaning. When it is dark, you go to bed, and when it is light again you get up, and everything in between is just in between. It’s quite wonderful, really.

    You have no engagements, commitments, obligations, or duties; no special ambitions and only the smallest, least complicated of wants; you exist in a tranquil tedium, serenely beyond the reach of exasperation, “far removed from the seats of strife,” as the early explorer and botanist William Bartram put it. All that is required of you is a willingness to trudge.

    There is no point in hurrying because you are not actually going anywhere. However far or long you plod, you are always in the same place: in the woods. It’s where you were yesterday, where you will be tomorrow. The woods is one boundless singularity. Every bend in the path presents a prospect indistinguishable from every other, every glimpse into the trees the same tangled mass. For all you know, your route could describe a very large, pointless circle. In a way, it would hardly matter.

    At times, you become almost certain that you slabbed this hillside three days ago, crossed this stream yesterday, clambered over this fallen tree at least twice today already. But most of the time you don’t think. No point. Instead, you exist in a kind of mobile Zen mode, your brain like a balloon tethered with string, accompanying but not actually part of the body below. Walking for hours and miles becomes as automatic, as unremarkable, as breathing. At the end of the day you don’t think, “Hey, I did sixteen miles today,” any more than you think, “Hey, I took eight-thousand breaths today.” It’s just what you do.”
    Bill Bryson, A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail

  • #27
    “Memories are immortal. They’re deathless and precise. They have the power of giving you joy and perspective in hard times. Or, they can strangle you. Define you in a way that’s based more in other people’s tucked-up perceptions than truth.”
    Viola Davis, Finding Me

  • #28
    “Everything had been hard for me. I mastered hard. Now, I wanted joy.”
    Viola Davis, Finding Me

  • #29
    Jeffrey D. Sachs
    “We need to defend the interests of those whom we've never met and never will.”
    Jeffrey D. Sachs

  • #30
    Jonathan Haidt
    “Everyone cares about fairness, but there are two major kinds. On the left, fairness often implies equality, but on the right it means proportionality —people should be rewarded in proportion to what they contribute, even if that guarantees unequal outcomes.”
    Jonathan Haidt, The Righteous Mind: Why Good People Are Divided by Politics and Religion



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