3 years ago
My coat and I live comfortably together. It has assumed all my wrinkles, does not hurt me anywhere, has moulded itself on my deformities , and is complacent to all my movements, and I only feel its presence because it keeps me warm. Old coats and old friends are the same thing.
Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.
Pit bulls are famous, in circles of knowledgeable dog people, for the love and loyalty they bestow on anyone who shows them a smidgen of kindness.
To any artist, worthy of the name, all in nature is beautiful, because his eyes, fearlessly accepting all exterior truth, read there, as in an open book, all the inner truth.
My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.
"But you see, Meg, just because we don't understand doesn't mean that the explanation doesn't exist."
Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.
The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre.
Our task must be to free ourselves... by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty.
Your bones have been my bedframe and your flesh has been my pillow. And I'm waiting for sleep.
The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
Our hope of immortality does not come from any religions, but nearly all religions come from that hope.
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
"How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth? We know that he did not come through the door, the window, or the chimney. We also know that he could not have been concealed in the room, as there is no concealment possible. When, then, did he come?"
What harm cause not those huge draughts or pictures which wanton youth with chalk or coals draw in each passage, wall or stairs of our great houses, whence a cruel contempt of our natural store is bred in them?
If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man.
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
When companies put pink ribbons on their products, they're no longer just selling a sweater or a watch - they're selling the expectation that buying their product is going to make a difference in the fight against breast cancer, ... Pink Ribbon marketing efforts make a significant difference in corporate bottom lines. But the 'portion of the proceeds' that goes to breast cancer is all too often miniscule in comparison.
There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud
was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Red sky at night, sailor's delight,
Red sky at morning, sailors take warning.but it sounds more pink in ItalianRosso di sera, bel tempo si spera,
rosso di mattina mal tempo si avvicina.