You have to create little pockets of joy in your life to take care of yourself. ~ Jonathan Van Ness

 

Man goes through moments when he can carry all the mountains of the world .. Then you have another moment when he can't hold even a stone .... A person passes moments when the wind of the whole world is not shaken , no matter how storm it is , and then a light breeze knocks it down ... Man sometimes we get stabbed pretty good .. But we collapse in front of such a small disappointment that the soul is corpse on its knees , no matter how high the body may seem to people . We do not collapse once but they accumulate .. !! Look at the huge trees when they try to uproot them ten or twenty then finally they fall down one last blow She was stronger than her predecessors ... The whole thing is that the previous

blows have sustained him , but the last blow revealed the extent of the previous damage ... And just like that we are ..

"Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true." ~ Jack Kerouac

 

Old papers thrown away,

Old garments cast aside,
The talk of yesterday,
All things identified;
But times once torn away
No voices can recall:
The eve of New Year's Day
Left the Old Year lost to all.
-John Clare

“Rain drops are not synchronized yet they create that sound worth listening to.” ― Sameera Pappu

 “In the thick of the woods with a carpet of matted needles, the sharp scent of pine, and the fragrant breezes of a winter wind, she was home.”

― Katherine McIntyre, A Reflection of Ice

"Happiness isn't something you experience; it's something you remember." ••Oscar Levant

 “The witch who claims to forbear her magic for fear of causing the next Indian tsunami is really saying that she is powerful enough to kill thousands of innocent strangers when all she meant to do was water her mugwort. She can't be challenged to produce evidence of this, because doing so could provoke earthquakes and Africanized bee attacks.”

― Thomm Quackenbush, Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft

“True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings.” -Shakespeare

 "The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn." ~ Patricia Hampl

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I love you neither with my heart
nor with my mind
My heart might stop
My mind can forget
I love you with my soul
Because my soul never
stops or forgets.

Rumi