"You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself."
~The Buddha
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"You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself."
~The Buddha
Art, is making something out of nothing, and selling it.
The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there?
Ability is of little account without opportunity.
No great artist ever sees things as they are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.
- Oscar Wilde
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don't feel I should be doing something else.
- Gloria Steinem
Being happy is something you have to learn. I often surprise myself by saying "Wow, this is it. I guess I'm happy. I got a home I love. A career that I love. I'm even feeling more and more at peace with myself." If there's something else to happiness, let me know. I'm ambitious for that, too.
- Harrison Ford
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
John Muir
"Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit."
-Peter Ustinov
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What matters is not the idea a man holds, but the depth at which he holds it. ~Ezra Pound
This is how humans are: we question all our beliefs, except for the ones we really believe, and those we never think to question. ~Orson Scott Card
Every man prefers belief to the exercise of judgment. ~Seneca
If advice will not improve a man, neither will the rod.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people together to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
Alfred Lord Tennyson