Quote Source: namelessin314
Quote Source: namelessin314
The matter at hand is serious. It’s grave. We need to get serious about the relationship. We need to get serious about the task. Maybe what we really need to do is learn to lighten up. Nations rise and fall, heroes are born and die, the sun rises and sets, and you want me to take seriously the notion that arriving to church wearing the right clothes is going to make any difference at all? What matters is what’s in our hearts. “The reason angels can fly is that they take themselves so lightly,” G. K. Chesterton once wrote. Once you stop taking yourself so seriously and let go of the gravity of all that you do, you can learn to fly, too. God, help me lighten up.
~ Melody Beattie, Lighten Up
Yes, duty ends somewhere… it ends where no more can be done, that’s where it ends…
— Stefan Zweig, from “Amok,” The Collected Stories of Stefan Zweig
I went through what I imagine thousands of other women have felt. I told myself to stay calm, to be strong, and that I had no reason to think I wouldn’t live to see my children grow up and to meet my grandchildren.
I called my husband in France, who was on a plane within hours. The beautiful thing about such moments in life is that there is so much clarity. You know what you live for and what matters. It is polarizing, and it is peaceful.
~ Angelina Jolie Pitt, in The Diary of A Surgery upon learning of the threat of ovarian cancer
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Caleb with his Bling!
The mercury tipped 27° F.
It’s the fifth day of Spring. Spring. Right.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. (Dickens)
The only thing Dickens got right in this passage was the book title: Great Expectations, and mine for the weather.
It was one of those March days when the sun doesn’t shine at all and the wind blows cold: when it is winter in the light, it is winter in the dark and it is winter in the shade. (DK)
It’s 5:45 am. I’m standing on the platform with a handful of others. The remaining commuters wait for the 5:57 train in the warming station.
But not me. No Sir. I refuse to cede my place at the front of the not-yet-formed line. Close to memory are my last two rides — unable to find a seat, I stood the entire 55 minute ride. Technical correction: there was an unwillingness, a steadfast refusal to sit in the middle seat. Just not an option. I need my space.
I board the train. I’m the first on, my wait paying off. I find an empty two-seater and sit next to the window. I settle in and start into the morning papers. The warm air from a vent caresses my feet and legs. It’s going to be a good day. [Read more…]
The proper way
to thank someone is:
a note written by hand.
To me, that’s special.
And I write spontaneously —
not too thought out.
Maybe it will just be the person’s name
and three words
I feel in the moment.
~ Alessandro Sartori, Berluti Menswear Designer in 20 Odd Questions
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As it is, we are merely bolting our lives—gulping down undigested experiences as fast as we can stuff them in—because awareness of our own existence is so superficial and so narrow that nothing seems to us more boring than simple being. If I ask you what you did, saw, heard, smelled, touched and tasted yesterday, I am likely to get nothing more than the thin, sketchy outline of the few things that you noticed, and of those only what you thought worth remembering. Is it surprising that an existence so experienced seems so empty and bare that its hunger for an infinite future is insatiable? But suppose you could answer, “It would take me forever to tell you, and I am much too interested in what’s happening now.” How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such a fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself as anything less than a god? And, when you consider that this incalculably subtle organism is inseparable from the still more marvelous patterns of its environment—from the minutest electrical designs to the whole company of the galaxies—how is it conceivable that this incarnation of all eternity can be bored with being?
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“The moon blots out the sun during a total solar eclipse over Longyearbyen on the Norwegian archipelago of Svalbard in the Arctic Ocean on Friday. The total eclipse was only visible on Svalbard and the Faeroe Islands.”
Source: wsj.com: Photos of the Day March 20, 2015. By Jon Olav Nesvold, Reuters.