"If you want to be reminded
of the love of the Lord
just watch the sunrise."
― Jeannette Walls, Half Broke Horses
"There's always a story. It's all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything's got a story in it. Change the story, change the world." ― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky "Don't let your special character and values, the secret that you know and no one else does, the truth - don't let that get swallowed up by the great chewing complacency." ― Aesop
"To see evil and call it good, mocks God. Worse, it makes goodness meaningless. A word without meaning is an abomination, for when the word passes beyond understanding the very thing the word stands for passes out of the world and cannot be recalled." ― Stephen R. Lawhead, Arth "There can be as many wrong reasons to do the right thing as there are stars in the sky. There might even be more than one legitimate right reason. But there is never a right reason to do the wrong thing. Not ever." ― Donita K. Paul, DragonKnight
"The first principle of value that we need to rediscover is this: that all reality hinges on moral foundations. In other words, that this is a moral universe, and that there are moral laws of the universe just as abiding as the physical laws. (from "Rediscovering Lost Values")" ― Martin Luther King Jr., A Knock at Midnight: Inspiration from the Great Sermons of Reverend Martin Luther K
"Nothing is sufficient for the person who finds sufficiency too little" ― Epicurus
"It is not what a man is capable of doing, but what he chooses
to do that is important."
― Honor Raconteur, Jaunten
"That if a thing is defined in contrast that's what life is, the shadow of death. So the mystery of death couldn't be the bad thing, because without it there wouldn't be life. The badness was life, just happening, as essential a part of the good as the good. And what was there to do but to take it as it comes and to hope, to hope constantly and carnally and with no time to lose." ― Brian McGreevy, Hemlock G
"There was nothing the matter out there. It was in here, with me. I decided I'd better go to work, maybe that would exorcise me. I fled from the room almost as though it were haunted. It was too late to stop off at a breakfast counter now. I didn't want any, anyway. My stomach kept giving little quivers. In the end I didn't go to work, either. I couldn't, I wouldn't have been any good. I telephoned in that I was too ill to come, and it was no idle excuse, even though I was upright on my two legs. I roamed around the rest of the day in the sunshine. Wherever the sunshine was the brightest, I sought and stayed in that place, and when it moved on I moved with it. I couldn't get it bright enough or strong enough. I avoided the shade, I edged away from it, even the slight shade of an awning or of a tree. And yet the sunshine didn't warm me. Where others mopped their brows and moved out of it, I stayed - and remained cold inside. And the shade was winning the battle as the hours lengthened. It outlasted the sun. The sun weakened and died; the shade deepened and spread. Night was coming on, the time of dreams, the enemy. ("Nightmare")" ― Cornell Woolrich, Baker's Dozen: 13 Short Mystery Novels
"I see my skeleton walking down the street now. I'm walking behind it. Our feet touch the ground at the same time. I am my own shadow. The road we're walking along looks familiar. The trees lining the pavement have been bleached by the sun. There are stone steps on my left. I climb them. This is the route I used to take after school. It's very dark. The skeleton has disappeared." ― Ma Jian, Beijing Coma .
"I have learned now that while those who speak about one's
miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more."
― C. S. Lewis
"I hid my wound under my clothes. Nobody could see it, including myself, and I completely forgot about it. Then I met someone who, filled with love, held me tight in that point. The pain was devastating, and I hated him, o how much I hated him, the cause of all my suffering. Then I met someone, beautifully dressed, and I loved him so much, holding him tight with all my passion. And he suffered badly, and he hated me, o how much he hated me, the cause of all his pain. So the story went on till I met someone who undressed himself, standing completely naked, with all his horrible wounds. Hence I also undressed, and I saw my horrible wounds, which he could also see. Then..." ― Franco Santoro
"Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad." ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What's an "Animus"?'
" asked Mad Dog. Literally, it means "animating spirit" – that's the essence of your core being, the spirit that defines you as a person,' answered Yazuki. 'But it can also mean "animosity" which is why the animal shadows only usually come out in confrontational situations. For centuries, Ninja have looked to the earth for inspiration in ways to live and fight. This is why you see us all giving off animal shadows. We each study the species that mean most to us. We each have an "Animus" that is unique..."
"This is my depressed stance. When you're depressed, it makes a lot of difference how you stand. The worst thing you can do is straighten up and hold your head high because then you'll start to feel better. If you're going to get any joy out of being depressed, you've got to stand like this."
I do not paint things, I paint only the differences between things.
"Thus, then, the value of all the objects that we can obtain through our actions is always conditioned. Beings whose existence does not rest on our will, but on nature, have, however, if they are irrational beings, a merely relative value, as means, and therefore they are called things; On the other hand, rational beings are called people because their nature already distinguishes them as ends in themselves, that is, as something that cannot be used merely as a means, and therefore, limits in that sense every whim (and is an object of respect). These are not, then, mere subjective ends, whose existence, as an effect of our action, has a value for us, but they are objective ends, that is, things whose existence is itself an end, and such an end, that no other end can be put in their place for which they should serve as means, for without this there would be no possibility of finding anywhere with absolute value; but if all value were conditioned and therefore contingent, no supreme practical principle could be found for reason. " - Immanuel Kant, Groundwork of the Metaphysics of Morals
"I am both happy and sad at the same time
and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."
"Each of us has an equal amount of Shadow and Light buried in our souls. What makes us different is how much Shadow we choose to suppress, and how much Light we choose to show." ― Taylor Chackowsky
Every man carries with him through life a mirror, as unique and impossible to get rid of as his shadow." ― W.H. Auden, The "The shadow escapes from the body like an animal we had been sheltering." ― Gilles Deleuze, Francis Bacon: The Logic of Sensation "To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. thread. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it? And here again is a foreshadowing -- the world will be made whole. For to wish for a hand on one's hair is all but to feel it. So whatever we may lose, very craving gives it back to us again." ― Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping "So don't be frightened, dear friend,, if a sadness confronts you larger than any you have ever known, casting its shadow over all you do. You must think that something is happening within you, and remember that life has not forgotten you; it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall. Why would you want to exclude from your life any uneasiness, any pain, any depression, since you don't know what work they are accomplishing within you?" ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
"I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare." ― Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story
"Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?" ― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
"Why do people have to be this lonely? . What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?" ― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
Tears are words that need to be written." ― Paulo Coelho . "I don't know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals." ― Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper.
"He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad." ― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated