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“Every pain, addiction, anguish, longing, depression, anger or fear
is an orphaned part of us
seeking joy,
some disowned shadow
wanting to return
to the light
and home
of ourselves.”
― Jacob Nordby

tags: addiction, addiction-and-recovery, fear, inspirational-quotes, joy, poetry, shadow-self, wounds, wounds-love-past-present

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“Believing you are good is like believing in the half moon.”
― Thomas Lloyd Qualls, Waking Up at Rembrandt's

tags: duality, illusion, light-and-darkness, oneness, shadow-self, wholeness

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“When enforcing our boundaries, first and foremost, we are caring for ourselves, but we are also helping others to have a clear understanding of what we consider acceptable behavior. We are reflecting back to them what is not acceptable and, therefore, providing them an opportunity to consider that information and make necessary changes.”
― Speers Peggi

tags: accept-yourself, acceptance, amy-leigh-mercree, amy-leigh-mercree-quote, amy-leigh-mercree-quotes, be-free, being-free, being-positive, change, change-your-life

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“I am inclined to disagree with Jung when he says the Shadow is the person that we’d rather not be. The Shadow is that unadorned part of ourself, it is flexible the way it stretches and contorts. The Shadow is our dark side, the side we hide and climb into, not the person that we would rather not be, but the person we would rather be.”
― Chloe Thurlow, The Fifty Shades of Grey Phenomena

tags: shadow, shadow-self, shadows

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“...that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was—I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that’s why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.”
― Jack Kerouac