“My bedroom has become a brain teaser to my illogical ideals…”
“I’m interested in people’s darker side, the ones that aren’t easy and well balanced. The cracks.”
― Noomi Rapace
“ℕ𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 – 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕦𝕖𝕤.
𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕’𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘. 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖.
ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕖, 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚-𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕘𝕞𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖 𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣.
𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕗 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤, 𝕚𝕤, 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖.”
~𝐿𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽 𝑀. 𝐿𝑒𝒾𝓉𝓃𝑒
“If today i was a graffiti, i would be one on a train that goes to the South of France.”
― Alain Bremond-Torrent
“The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we’d done were less real and important than they had been hours before.”
― John Green
“I dream of a quiet man who explains nothing and defends nothing, but only knows where the rarest wildflowers are blooming, and who goes, and finds that he is smiling not by his own will.
Sabbaths 1999 II”
― Wendell Berry
“That we may not fall short of desire, but let us give way to the unspoken passion hidden in the closet of our discretion. (“Crépuscule du désir”)”
― Erik Pevernagie
The most widely raised type of silkworm, the larva of the ‘Bombyx mori’, no longer exists anywhere in a natural state. As my encyclopedia poignantly puts it: ‘The legs of the larvae have degenerated, and the adults no longer fly’.
– Jeffrey Eugenides
“And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.”
– Oscar Wilde
“Your life should always come with hot fudge, whipped cream, and a cherry on top.”
― A.D. Posey
“There are no facts, only interpretations.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
“Curiosity is satisfied in eating the apple, and regardless his perception of sour and sweet, the child becomes the pie in order to offer everyone a slice.”
– Laura Lynn Vala
“In chaos, there is fertility.”
― Anais Nin
“I read of a Buddhist teacher who developed Alzheimer’s. He had retired from teaching because his memory was unreliable, but he made one exception for a reunion of his former students. When he walked onto the stage, he forgot everything, even where he was and why. However, he was a skilled Buddhist and he simply began sharing his feelings with the crowd. He said, “I am anxious. I feel stupid. I feel scared and dumb. I am worried that I am wasting everyone’s time. I am fearful. I am embarrassing myself.” After a few minutes of this, he remembered his talk and proceeded without apology. The students were deeply moved, not only by his wise teachings, but also by how he handled his failings.
There is a Buddhist saying, “No resistance, no demons.”
― Mary Bray Pipher
“Her purse was a weight, ballast; it tethered her to the earth as her mind floated away.”
~ Anne Lamott
We are masterpieces in the making. Our soul’s contrast between light and dark provides a unique form that promises to be our most significant treasure and discovery.
“Impermanence” Standing with my towel wrapped around my waist I faced the mirror and read the word I’d written in the fog the prior day. Each day I wrote a…
It is time to prepare dinner but I’m tired and the children have digitally shape-shifted Though admittedly I’m not far behind