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  • #1
    Kahlil Gibran
    “Much of your pain is self-chosen.
    It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
    Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility:
    For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
    And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.”
    Khalil Gibran

  • #2
    Diana Gabaldon
    “Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone,
    I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.
    I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done.”
    Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

  • #3
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “I am merely a guest born in this world, to know the secrets that lie beyond it.”
    Rumi

  • #4
    Frank Herbert
    “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
    Frank Herbert, Dune

  • #5
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again , come , come.”
    Jelaluddin Rumi

  • #6
    John Keats
    “Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?”
    John Keats, Letters of John Keats

  • #7
    T.S. Eliot
    “I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.”
    T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other Poems

  • #8
    “i don't pay attention to the
    world ending.
    it has ended for me
    many times
    and began again in the morning.”
    Nayyirah Waheed, Salt

  • #9
    John Keats
    “I will clamber through the clouds and exist.”
    John Keats, Letters of John Keats to His Family and Friends

  • #10
    Alfred Tennyson
    “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
    Alfred Tennyson

  • #12
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #13
    E.E. Cummings
    “For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
    It's always our self we find in the sea.”
    e.e. cummings, 100 Selected Poems

  • #14
    Alfred Tennyson
    “Ring out the old, ring in the new,
    Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
    The year is going, let him go;
    Ring out the false, ring in the true.”
    Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam

  • #15
    T.S. Eliot
    “For last year's words belong to last year's language
    And next year's words await another voice.”
    T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

  • #16
    Alfred Tennyson
    “Hope
    Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
    Whispering 'it will be happier'...”
    Alfred Lord Tennyson

  • #17
    T.S. Eliot
    “For last year's words belong to last year's language
    And next year's words await another voice.
    And to make an end is to make a beginning."

    (Little Gidding)”
    T.S. Eliot

  • #18
    “We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day.”
    Edith Lovejoy Pierce

  • #19
    Melody Beattie
    “Make New Year's goals. Dig within, and discover what you would like to have happen in your life this year. This helps you do your part. It is an affirmation that you're interested in fully living life in the year to come.

    Goals give us direction. They put a powerful force into play on a universal, conscious, and subconscious level. Goals give our life direction.

    What would you like to have happen in your life this year? What would you like to do, to accomplish? What good would you like to attract into your life? What particular areas of growth would you like to have happen to you? What blocks, or character defects, would you like to have removed?

    What would you like to attain? Little things and big things? Where would you like to go? What would you like to have happen in friendship and love? What would you like to have happen in your family life?

    What problems would you like to see solved? What decisions would you like to make? What would you like to happen in your career?

    Write it down. Take a piece of paper, a few hours of your time, and write it all down - as an affirmation of you, your life, and your ability to choose. Then let it go.

    The new year stands before us, like a chapter in a book, waiting to be written. We can help write that story by setting goals.”
    Melody Beattie, The Language of Letting Go: Daily Meditations on Codependency

  • #20
    G.K. Chesterton
    “The object of a New Year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul and a new nose; new feet, a new backbone, new ears, and new eyes. Unless a particular man made New Year resolutions, he would make no resolutions. Unless a man starts afresh about things, he will certainly do nothing effective.”
    G.K. Chesterton, A Chesterton calendar

  • #21
    Thomas Hardy
    “Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”
    Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

  • #22
    T.S. Eliot
    “I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”
    T.S. Eliot

  • #23
    William Wordsworth
    “Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
    The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
    Hath had elsewhere its setting,
    And cometh from afar:
    Not in entire forgetfulness,
    And not in utter nakedness,
    But trailing clouds of glory do we come”
    William Wordsworth

  • #24
    “both. i want to stay. i want to leave. i am three oceans away from my soul. – lost”
    Nayyirah Waheed, salt.

  • #25
    Banksy
    “Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.”
    Banksy

  • #26
    W.B. Yeats
    “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
    For I would ride with you upon the wind,
    Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
    And dance upon the mountains like a flame.”
    William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart's Desire

  • #27
    W.B. Yeats
    “God spreads the heavens above us like great wings
    And gives a little round of deeds and days,
    And then come the wrecked angels and set snares,
    And bait them with light hopes and heavy dreams,
    Until the heart is puffed with pride and goes
    Half shuddering and half joyous from God's peace;
    And it was some wrecked angel, blind with tears,
    Who flattered Edane's heart with merry words.

    Come, faeries, take me out of this dull house!
    Let me have all the freedom I have lost;
    Work when I will and idle when I will!
    Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
    For I would ride with you upon the wind,
    Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
    And dance upon the mountains like a flame.

    I would take the world
    And break it into pieces in my hands
    To see you smile watching it crumble away.

    Once a fly dancing in a beam of the sun,
    Or the light wind blowing out of the dawn,
    Could fill your heart with dreams none other knew,
    But now the indissoluble sacrament
    Has mixed your heart that was most proud and cold
    With my warm heart for ever; the sun and moon
    Must fade and heaven be rolled up like a scroll
    But your white spirit still walk by my spirit.

    When winter sleep is abroad my hair grows thin,
    My feet unsteady. When the leaves awaken
    My mother carries me in her golden arms;
    I'll soon put on my womanhood and marry
    The spirits of wood and water, but who can tell
    When I was born for the first time?

    The wind blows out of the gates of the day,
    The wind blows over the lonely of heart,
    And the lonely of heart is withered away;
    While the faeries dance in a place apart,
    Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,
    Tossing their milk-white arms in the air;
    For they hear the wind laugh and murmur and sing
    Of a land where even the old are fair,
    And even the wise are merry of tongue;
    But I heard a reed of Coolaney say--
    When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung,
    The lonely of heart is withered away.”
    William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart's Desire



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