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“We think too much and feel too little.”
― Charlie Chaplin

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
― Anais Nin

“How wrong is it for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself?”
― Anais Nin

“In the end
these things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you live?
How deeply did you let go?”
― Jack Kornfield, Buddha's Little Instruction Book

“The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, nor to worry about the future, but to live the present moment wisely and earnestly.”
― Bukkyo Dendo Kyokai, The Teaching of Buddha

“But when I know that the glass is already broken, every minute with it is precious.”
― Ajahn Chah

“Come, see the true
flowers
of this pained world.”
― Basho, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”
― Rumi

“This will never come again”
― Steve Hagen

“If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.”
― Katharine Hepburn

“Do I prefer to grow up and relate to life directly, or do I choose to live and die in fear?”
― Pema Chodron

“The most intense joy, lies not in the having,
but in the desire,
Delight that never fades, bliss that is eternal,
Is only your, when what you most desire, is just out of reach...Anthony Hopkins, from the movie Shadowlands, where he plays C.S. Lewis”
― C.S. Lewis

“There is no greater sorrow
Than to recall a happy time
When miserable.”
― Dante Alighieri

“My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay, A Few Figs from Thistles

“Ebb

I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay, Second April

“But she was not made for any man, and she will never be all mine.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

“About the trees my arms I wound;
Like one going mad I hugged the ground;
I raised my quivering arms on high;
I laughed and laughed into the sky.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay, Renascence and Other Poems

“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
― Pablo Neruda, Love: Ten Poems

“Give me your hand
out of the depths
sown by your sorrows.”
― Pablo Neruda

“And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.”
― William Blake, Songs of Innocence and of Experience

“And all I loved, I loved alone.”
― Edgar Allen Poe

“Remembering is only a new form of suffering.”
― Charles Baudelaire

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

“Also, I do not like the companionship of women. They are petty and personal. They hang on to their mysteries and secrets, they act and pretend. I like the character of men better.”
― Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus

“Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books. They do not appease me. I am aware of time passing, of all the world contains that I have not seen, of all the interesting people I have not met.”
― Anais Nin, A Cafe in Space: The Anais Nin Literary Journal, Volume 3

“Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly;
Man got to sit and wonder 'why, why, why?'
Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land;
Man got to tell himself he understand.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle

“Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“When Great Trees Fall

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.”
― Maya Angelou

“It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed”
― Thomas Moore, Care of the Soul: A Guide for Cultivating Depth and Sacredness in Everyday Life