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Be humble in order to attain enlightenment. Thus, after attaining it, be more humble still.

— Samael Aun Weor, The Revolution of the Dialectic  (via absea)

15th November, Friday (1:12am) Reblog ↬

Speak your heart. If they don’t understand, the message was never meant for them anyway.

— Yasmin Mogahed (via thespookytenenbaums)

28th October, Monday (6:51pm) Reblog ↬
We can’t blame the laws of physics when a twig snaps because we leaned on it for support. The twig was never created to carry us.

— Yasmin Mogahed -Reclaim Your Heart (via revolutionizethesoul)

16th October, Wednesday (6:23pm) Reblog ↬
I am obsessed with becoming a woman comfortable in her skin.

Sandra Cisneros  (via le-entracte)

23rd September, Monday (11:05pm) Reblog ↬
Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you.

— Carl Jung (via likeafieldmouse)

29th June, Saturday (2:54pm) Reblog ↬
texturism:

delight in you. | via : foxontherun: agentlewoman
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

— Sylvia Plath (via indicio)

23rd June, Sunday (9:09pm) Reblog ↬
lindasinklings:

time.
this temporary life

Life worth calling a life is for those who do good so that others can experience the goodness.
That’s all there is to it.
Everything else are shadows.

8th May, Wednesday (1:00am) Reblog ↬

There are landscapes one can own,
bright rooms which look out to the sea,
tall houses where beyond the window
day after day the same dark river t
urns slowly through the hills, and there
are homesteads perched on mountaintops
whose cool white caps outlast the spring.

And there are other places which,
although we did not stay for long,
stick in the mind and call us back—
a valley visited one spring
where walking through an apple orchard
we breathed its blossoms with the air.
Return seems like a sacrament.

Then there are landscapes one has lost—
the brown hills circling a wide bay
I watched each afternoon one summer
talking to friends who now are dead.
I like to think I could go back again
and stand out on the balcony,
dizzy with a sense of déjà vu.

But coming up these steps to you
at just that moment when the moon,
magnificently full and bright
behind the lattice-work of clouds,
seems almost set upon the rooftops
it illuminates,
how shall I ever summon it again?

— Places to Return — Dana Gioia :  

19th March, Tuesday (1:38am) Reblog ↬
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