Quiet Thoughts - Quotes
The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it's the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship.
Those who are affected by music can be divided into two classes: those who hear the spiritual meaning, and those who hear the material sound. There are good and evil results in each case.
The world told me I wasn't born with wings. That's okay. I'd rather make my own. There is no glory in flying when you're born with wings. True glory is in being born a crawling creature, and creating your own wings and teaching yourself to fly.
The strongest person in the world is the one who stands alone.
Your life's a solo run, and even the crowd that's cheering you want you to fall over. They love it when you win, but they love it even better when you lose.
(contributed by mara)
A pleasure is not full grown until it is remembered.
Who am I? Who are you? That is to say, "Who are you really?" Do you know? Does anyone know? The restraints of this society make us put up so many walls of bullshit and facades to hide who we are that it is almost impossible to tell who anyone really is. We dig ourselves into a comfortable hole to hide away from the eyes of our peers, and it's in this hole that we bury ourselves. Dig yourselves out. Claw your way back into the light of day. Let your true self breathe, and in doing that, live.
(contributed by Aeon)
The only service a friend can really render is to keep up your courage by holding up to you a mirror in which you can see a noble image of yourself.
Depression may be an exaggerated form of a response to loss that in less extreme form is adaptive. A depressed mood slows us down, makes us think realistically rather than optimistically, makes us turn away from goals that we can no longer hope to achieve, and signals to others that this is a time in life when we need some help.
(contributed by Sam)
Old mounds of debris beside the road, fallen and broken fir trees behind the house that must have been there for a long time, maybe a year. Years. Tall desiccated weeds were poking through them, suckers and scrawny little trees. You wondered how they survived but of course they did. In the skin were marks just visible through the ice coating, like secret writing, scars. Nor were they dead exactly, these fallen trees. They were alive, only not vertical. The heartbeat inside them had maybe slowed, only a murmur but if you squatted to listen, if you knew how to listen, if the wind would die down you would hear it.
There is in all things a pattern that is part of our universe. It has symmetry, elegance, and grace--those qualities you find always in that which the true artist captures. You can find it in the turning of the seasons, in the creosote bush or the pattern of its leaves. We try to copy these patterns in our lives and our society, seeking the rhythms, the dances, the forms that comfort. Yet, it is possible to see peril in the finding of ultimate perfection. It is clear that the ultimate pattern contains its own fixity. In such perfection, all things move toward death.
Dune, The Collected Sayings of Muad'Dib - by the Princess Irulan
(contributed by Corwyn Sergent)
But now I had something I loved and venerated, I had an ideal again. Life was rich with intimations of mystery and a feeling of dawn that made me immune to all taunts. I had come home again to myself, even if only as the slave and servant of a cherished image.
(contributed by Julia Paskin)
Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.
(contributed by Fenix)
The dark night was the first book of poetry and the constellations were the poems.
An Intimate Look at the Night Sky
Nothing's lost forever. In this world, there is a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead.
Angels in America
(contributed by Elise)
It is in the admission of ignorance and the admission of uncertainty that there is a hope for the continuous motion of human beings in some direction that doesn't get confined, permanently blocked, as it has so many times before in various periods in the history of man.
(contributed by Ken)
Aerodynamically the bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumblebee doesn't know that so it goes on flying anyway.
My life is nothing but moments, individual moments that can only be truly remembered at that moment.
I don't want to sound gloomy, but at some point of your lives every one of you will notice that you have in your life one person, one friend whom you love and care for very much. That person is so close to you that you are able to share some things only with him. For example, you can call that friend, and from the very first maniacal laugh or some other joke you will know who is at the other end of that line. We used to do that with him (Peter Cushing) so often. And then when that person is gone, there will be nothing like that in your life ever again.
Ain`t it Cool News
(contributed by Johnny Delirious)
Each person's life is lived as a series of conversations.
You Just Don't Understand
Literature duplicates the experience of living in a way that nothing else can, drawing you so fully into another life that you temporarily forget you have one of your own. That is why you read it, and might even sit up in bed till dawn, throwing your whole tomorrow out of whack, simply to find out what happens to some people who - you know perfectly well - are made up.
High Tide in Tuscan
The marvellous richness of human experience would lose something of rewarding joy if there were no limitations to overcome. The hilltop hour would not be so wonderful if there were no dark alleys to transverse.
I think that there is only one way to science - or to philosophy, for that matter: to meet a problem, to see its beauty and fall in love with it; to get married to it and to live with it happily, till death do ye part - unless you should meet another and even more fascinating problem or unless, indeed, you should obtain a solution. But even if you do obtain a solution, you may then discover, to your delight, the existence of a whole family of enchanting, though perhaps difficult, problem children, for whose welfare you may work, with a purpose, to the end of your days.
(contributed by Anton Beerda)
To see a world in a grain of sand
and heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palms of your hand
and eternity in an hour
Well I believe in the soul... the cock... the pussy... the small of a woman's back... the hangin' curveball... high fiber... good scotch... that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent overrated crap... I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a Constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve, and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days. Goodnight.
Have you ever wondered why, wondered why the night sky,
Is always so dark and sinister?
With a few clouds here and a few clouds there,
And the moon, with the light it administers.
Maybe it's the darkness in our souls that fills all hollows and holes,
Darker than the darkest empty space.
Or maybe it's just there to see, not to be pondered about by you and me,
So let it simply Rest in Peace.
Peeping through my keyhold I see within the range of only about 30 percent of the light that comes from the sun; the rest is infrared and some little ultraviolet, perfectly apparent to many animals, but invisible to me. A nightmare network of ganglia, charged and firing without my knowledge, cuts and splices what I see, editing it for my brain. Donald E. Carr points out that the sense impressions of one-celled animals are not edited for the brian: 'This is philosophically interesting in a rather mournful way, since it means that only the simplest animals perceive the universe as it is.
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
I dread success. To have succeeded is to have finished one's business on earth, like the male spider, who is killed by the female the moment he has succeeded in his courtship. I like a state of continual becoming, with a goal in front and not behind.
"Is it true what the old man had said, that everything evil begins with an forgotten longing?"
"No, it begins even earlier, with a disappointed hope."
Books say, "She did this because." Life says, "She did this." Books are where things are explained to you; life is where things aren't. I'm not surprised that some people prefer books. Books make sense. The only problem is that the lives they make sense of are other people's lives, never your own.
The past is but the beginning of a beginning, and all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn.
The Discovery of the Future
When the leaves burn summer ends. Summers gone, you wasted every day.
A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
Sipping a cup of tea, going for a morning walk, doing your work - all these small activities make up your living. And each part, each moment of living, is meaningful. You just have to be there; otherwise, who is going to experience the meaning? People go on drinking tea, but they never are there; their minds are wandering all over the world. Osho Talks - Meaning of Life
We the willing, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible, for the ungrateful. We have done so much, for so long, with so little, that we are now qualified to do anything with nothing.
The sky is a huge dome of hard material arched over the flat earth. On the outside there is light. In the dome there are a large number of small holes, and through these holes you can see the light from the outside when it's dark. And through these holes the spirits of the dead can pass into the heavenly regions. The way to heaven leads over a narrow bridge which spans an enormous abyss. The spirits that were already in heaven light torches to guide the feet of the new arrivals. These torches are called the northern lights.
Way North magazine
Coruscate, coruscate, globule vivific.
(Twinkle, twinkle, little star)
I am never less alone than when alone.
(Minus solum, cum quam solus esset.)
In describing my experience I am recording not what happened or what exists, but how I perceive it. In doing so I define myself. As I create my diary, I create myself.
When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood.
October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.
San Diego Union - Tribune
Among my most prized possessions are words that I have never spoken.
Life is always walking up to us and saying, "Come on in, the living's fine," and what do we do? Back off and take its picture.
Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
Certain flaws are necessary for the whole. It would seem strange if old friends lacked certain quirks.
You can be more alone with other people than you are by yourself. Even with people you love.
The Ghost and Mrs Muir
Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.
Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.
Nothing splendid has ever been achieved except by those who dared believe that something inside of them was superior to circumstance.
Don't be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.