August 2012
26 posts
“Suffering is due entirely to clinging or resisting; it is a sign of our unwillingness to move on, to flow with life.”
—Nisargadatta Maharaj (via light-essence)
“After all these years, I am still involved in the process of self-discovery. It’s better to explore life and make mistakes than to play it safe. Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life.”
—Sophia Loren (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
“The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.”
—Ernest Hemingway - A Farewell to Arms (via dailyliteraryquotes)
“Does he love me? Does he love anyone more than me? Does he love me more than I love him? Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.”
—The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera (via drunkonliterature)
“I tell my students, ‘When you get these jobs that you have been so brilliantly trained for, just remember that your real job is that if you are free, you need to free somebody else. If you have some power, then your job is to empower somebody else. This is not just a grab-bag candy game.”
—Toni Morrison (via foucault-cult)
“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy.”
—C. JoyBell C. (via bonnietsang)
July 2012
64 posts
“The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even though it may be in the form of a monstrous egotism: this pain of mine is individual, this nerve that winces belongs to me and to no other. But happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity.”
—The End of the Affair by Graham Greene (via thechocolatebrigade)
