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“Grace is what picks me up and lifts my wings high above and I fly! Grace always conquers! Be graceful in everything; in anger, in sadness, in joy, in kindness, in unkindness, retain grace with you!”
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“I have had to experience so much stupidity, so many vices, so much error, so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew. I had to experience despair, I had to sink to the greatest mental depths, to thoughts of suicide, in order to experience grace.”
― Siddhartha
― Siddhartha
“Come, let's scatter roses and pour wine in the glass...
We'll shatter heaven's roof and lay a new foundation,
If sorrow raises armies to shed the blood of lovers...
I'll join with the wine bearer so we can overthrow them,
With a sweet string at hand, play a sweet song, my friend,
So we can clap and sing a song and lose our heads in dancing.”
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We'll shatter heaven's roof and lay a new foundation,
If sorrow raises armies to shed the blood of lovers...
I'll join with the wine bearer so we can overthrow them,
With a sweet string at hand, play a sweet song, my friend,
So we can clap and sing a song and lose our heads in dancing.”
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“You are so weak. Give up to grace.
The ocean takes care of each wave till it gets to shore.
You need more help than you know.”
― The Essential Rumi
The ocean takes care of each wave till it gets to shore.
You need more help than you know.”
― The Essential Rumi
“If
"If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,--
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,--
Yet they'd all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.”
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"If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,--
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,--
Yet they'd all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.”
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Matt’s 2025 Year in Books
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82 friends
22 books
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187 books
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15 books
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24 books
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146 books
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3 books
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124 friends
14 books
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