Be willing to be a beginner every single morning.
Meister Eckhart
“Free yourself from the illusion of good and bad days. Labeling time makes us nostalgic of the past and demanding of the future. There is only here and now. Let it be.”
— Ram Dass
Judging someone’s morality by whether they drink, smoke or swear is downright ridiculous and I wish people would stop using these criteria
“I feel like there’s something terrible and wonderful and amazing that’s just beyond my grasp. I have dreams about it. I do dream, by the way. It hovers over me at odd moments. And then it’s gone. I feel like I’m always on the brink of something that never arrives. I want to either have it or be free of it.”
— Michael Cunningham, from Specimen Days (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2005)
“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
— Marcel Proust. .
“Your heart will fix itself. It’s your mind you need to worry about. Your mind where you locked the memories, your mind where you have kept pieces of the ones that hurt you, that still cut through you like shards of glass. Your mind will keep you up at night, make you cry, destroy you over and over again. You need to convince your mind that it has to let go…because your heart already knows how to heal.”
— Nikita Gill (via wordsnquotes)
“Somebody who betters you. Somebody who inspires and encourages you in love and in life, who pushes you towards dreams and goals you’d otherwise ignore, who selflessly sacrifices their time to helping you become a more courageous, well rounded and happy human being. That’s sacred. You hold on to a love like that.”
— Beau Taplin, “Growth (via wordsnquotes)
“Get deep as possible, drown in your essence, express that, and then float towards the surface and see who was able to withstand the turbulence of your waves… those who haven’t disappeared are the bonds of your soul.”
— Awakened Vibrations (via femmeinnest)
“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.”
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The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
(via hopelesslymg)