Uncategorized Quotes - Page 98

I know that the problem isn't the dream per se. It was the way I felt afterward, once awake.

When I have flash backs from PTSD I wish my mind came with a delete key.

Love caught me with my pants down, watering skeleton flowers and humming the blues.

The world is supposed to be full of possibilities, but they narrow down to pretty few in most personal experience. There's lots of good fish in the sea... maybe... but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you're not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.

You can think all you can but don't publicize all your thoughts

90% of learning comes through encouragement.

Motherhood is still the great unknown. For some, it brings incomparable happiness and enriches their identity. Others manage as best they can to reconcile contradictory demands.

You either get the point of Africa or you don't. What draws me back year after year is that it's like seeing the world with the lid off.

It's not selfish to love yourself, take care of yourself, and make your happiness a priority. It's necessary.

The power to create lies in the thoughts and words.

It feels good read but greater to write.

As you notice your whole being, your entirety, your wise inner nature, there are messages there for you. Quietly give permission for your wholeness, your entirety, to share its deepest wisdom.

We finally realize this one day that our solitude is a blessing for us!

Love,JamieP.S. I can't believe you're dying. Please don't die.

A single lie is the father of all lies

Not everyone will like what you write but there's a certain group who'll love what you write. Keep WRITING for them.

Well at ease are the Sleepers for whom Existence is a shallow Dream.

There’d never been anyone who could knife him so with a momentary word, and then speak the wound away in the very next moment. If all those little boyhood heartbreaks had been supposed to make him ready for this, Demane wasn’t.

Have you ever wanted More? Not more stuff . . . or success . . . or fame . . . but more intimacy, more connection, more mystery, more awe

I can't speak anymore, I open my mouth but nothing comes out. So many things to say. I wonder if you really want to hear it anyway?Instead, I leave my heavy mind exploding with unfinished thoughts.

Principles are the simplicity on the far side of complexity.

By its nature a relationship was not an accomplishment. It was just a connection that happened to exist, for as long as it did exist.

The least among the sadhus, saints and monks and other people of God is worthier than you. Never speak ill of them

A dream doesn't die because it has no truth. It dies because you fail to nurture it.

The whiteness celebrated in Paris is Burning is not just any old brand of whiteness but rather that brutal imperial ruling-class capitalist patriarchal whiteness that presents itself -its way of life- as the only meaningful life there is. What could be more reassuring to a white public fearful that marginalized disenfranchised black folks might rise any day now make revolutionary black liberation struggle a reality than a documentary affirming that colonized, victimized, exploited black folks, are all too willing to be complicit in perpetuating the fantasy that ruling-class white culture is the quintessential site of unrestricted joy, freedom, power and pleasure.

The whiskey was a good start. I got the idea from Dylan Thomas. He's this poet who drank twenty-one straight whiskeys at the White Horse Tavern in New York and then died on the spot from alcohol poisoning. I've always wanted to hear the bartender's side of the story. What was it like watching this guy drink himself out of here? How did it feel handing him number twenty-one and watching his face crumple up before the fall of the stool? And did he already have number twenty-two poured, waiting for this big fat tip, and then have to drink it himself after whoever came took the body away?

You stay up until 3am - the time when the fine lines start to get blurry. You found yourself standing on the edge. You think you’re not supposed to be there so you jumped and crossed the line. You’ve come to a place where the voices are much louder…where the words are much clearer. It’s a place where the harmless things hurt you. It is where you wonder why the sea-like decisions you’ve made and the copper-like smiles has led you to loathe yourself. You wonder why your skin suddenly craves the feeling of metal. You laugh. Because it’s 3am- the time when salts and metals come together… the time when tears and blood embrace.

May you allow fear to soften and melt away. May you release all regrets and resentments.

Has someone or something pushed your anxiety button? Answer it with prayer!

Wise are my ways witty my actions

I believe almost every author have gone through the terribly uncomfortable period between the time of shedding the seeds of a story and waiting to see it flourish as a published book, spending hours watering and fertilizing it. This is a dreadful period, frustrating and depressing.

The cold is waiting to ooze through the soles of your shoes. Maggot-damp, this city is festering: home to hollow faces of grey flesh. They stare from windows unclean, into the sun never reaches: dismal lives lived in dismal constriction.

Control yourself, it is not worth it. You will regret your rudeness afterwards, your sensitive nature will be troubled

All you need to know is The Light.

No words in our ledgers could do justice to this sublime beauty,” Captain Lewis said. “The expedition should have brought a camera obscura.”Peter wasn’t familiar with the words, but no matter. He knew he was part of something magnificent—something greater than himself or the Corps of Discovery. And he knew what it was. It was America. And it was beautiful.

Our bags will be light because it's the best way to travel.

I'll pray for you.""That's very kind of you.""I can't spare you a whole rosary, you know. Just a decade. I've got such a long list of people. I take them in order and they get a decade about once a week.

I was a lonely boy. I spent all my time reading books and watching the world. [some] tried to draw me out at first, but their hearts weren't in it. And after all, they had enough troubles of their own.

Your career has but one goal: To ensure your book of life is more than an anthology of salary slips.

For excellent health and a good skin color, I recommend that people sit next to a shady ultraviolet transmitting window when indoors.

Poets and writers don't live either for money or for fame. And even without any recognition for their work they keep on writing!

Lord Peter was hampered in his career as a private detective by a public school education. Despite Parker's admonitions, he was not always able to discount it. His mind had been warped in its young growth by "Raffles" and "Sherlock Holmes," or the sentiments for which they stand. He belonged to a family which had never shot a fox. 'I am an amateur,' said Lord Peter

Everyone is alone. Everyone is empty. People no longer have need of others. You can always find a spare for any talent. Any relationship can be replaced. I had gotten bored of a world like that. But for some reason... The thought that someone other than you might kill me never occurred to me. (Makishima Shogo)

Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.

If I say a word that is angry, he explained, then I should never be surprised by the harm. And if I say something good, then it is like watching my own garden grow, and that is the greatest pleasure ever.

Yet so often it seems that victory eludes us. It is when our self-confidence is finally destroyed and is replaced with dependence upon God that we have victory.

May the light shines on the people siting in darkness.

If we have not changed, we have not learned

All the hungers will kill, but hunger of loneliness turns you into a philosopher.

In the modern world, if you want to travel off the beaten path, stay off the beaten media path.

‎I have panicked unnecessarily in all four corners of the globe.

Learn to accept life in toto. A perfect life is only in the dream world. This, my dear, with all it's heartaches, is it. Our world.

When the rich and the powerful rise they leave the powerless and the poor without possibility.

The night creeps in by subtle degrees while a show of fierce colors attracts and distracts me. I look up, suddenly aware of remote lights scattered overhead. I gasp as the last streak of fire dies on the horizon, and I comprehend it all too late. That crafty, dark night has swallowed my world whole.

how you love yourself ishow you teach othersto love you

Trust is like a glass vase, beautiful except there is no way of putting it back together when it breaks.

The cost of a range of appropriate courses and training activities is much less than the cost of incompetence.

We are not called to be christians, we are called to be like Christ.

Your only job is creating a life that contains a story worth telling.

Self discipline is the ability to make yourself do something you don’t necessarily want to do, to get a result you would really like to have.