María Guch > María's Quotes

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
― Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

“Promise Yourself

To be so strong that nothing
can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity
to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel
that there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything
and make your optimism come true.

To think only the best, to work only for the best,
and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past
and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times
and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself
that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,
and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,
not in loud words but great deeds.
To live in faith that the whole world is on your side
so long as you are true to the best that is in you.”
― Christian D. Larson, Your Forces and How to Use Them

“What day is it?” asked Pooh.
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
“My favorite day,” said Pooh.”
― A.A. Milne

“My optimism wears heavy boots and is loud.”
― Henry Rollins

“The beginning is always today.”
― Mary Shelley

“A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.”
― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

“Así pues, a menos que hayáis sido muy, muy afortunados, sabréis que una buena y larga sesión de llanto a menudo puede haceros sentir mejor, aunque vuestras circunstancias no hayan cambiado lo más mínimo.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning

“Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.”
― Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun

“No lo entendían, pero, como tantos otros sucesos desafortunados de la vida, no por no entenderlos dejan de ser ciertos”
― Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning

“In literature and in life we ultimately pursue, not conclusions, but beginnings.”
― Sam Tanenhaus, Literature Unbound

“Tu opinión inicial acerca de casi cualquier cosa puede cambiar con el paso del tiempo.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning

“Es muy útil, cuando uno es joven, aprender la diferencia entre «literal» y «figurado». Si algo ocurre de forma literal, ocurre realmente; si algo ocurre de forma figurada, es como si estuviese ocurriendo. Si tú estás literalmente volando de alegría, por ejemplo, significa que estás saltando en el aire porque te sientes muy contento. Si, en sentido figurado, estás saltando de alegría, significa que estás tan contento que podrías saltar de alegría, pero que reservas tu energía para otros asuntos.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning

“Go on till you come to the end; then stop.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

“Life starts from a white hole and ends in a black hole.”
― Santosh Kalwar

“Simplicity is complex. It's never simple to keep things simple. Simple solutions require the most advanced thinking.”
― Richie Norton

“Do not say something if you do not mean it.
Do not do something if you can't accept the consequences.
Do not promise something if you can't honor it.
In simple, do not start something you can't finish”
― Wendo L.

“Heaven will happen someday, but let's not wait. Heaven can start now.”
― Eric Samuel Timm, Static Jedi: The Art of Hearing God Through the Noise

“تعلم أن تبتهج ، لا أن ترثى مافقدت”
― David Viscott, Finding Your Strength in Difficult Times: A Book of Meditations

“Happiness [is] only real when shared”
― Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild

“We're all golden sunflowers inside.”
― allen ginsberg

“Happiness only real when shared.”
― Christopher McCandless

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
― Herman Hesse, Bäume: Betrachtungen und Gedichte

“After all," Anne had said to Marilla once, "I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

“Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”
― Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye

“One never reaches home,' she said. 'But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time.”
― Hermann Hesse, Demian: Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend

“Well, sometimes home is a person.”
― Beth Revis, A Million Suns

“Home isn't a place, its a feeling”
― Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie

“I knew then that I wanted to go home, but I had no home to go to--and that is what adventures are all about.”
― Trina Schart Hyman, Self-Portrait: Trina Schart Hyman

“Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there. ”
― Aleksandar Hemon, The Lazarus Project

“It was like how people find other people to be in love with, all random and accidental and lucky.”
― Jennifer Castle, The Beginning of After