Parents want their children to be great and achieve their goals, but protecting them from failure only serves to make them mediocre — willing to quit at the slightest obstacle.
When you see a man led to prison say in your heart, “Mayhap he is escaping from a narrower prison.” And when you see a man drunken say in your heart, “Mayhap he sought escape from something still more unbeautiful.
Marriage doesn’t mean you suddenly meld into one being; it’s rather two people who form a union that makes each individual that much more awesome.
If everyone is moving forward together, then success takes care of itself.
Your choice for solitude and distance are depriving you of your basic needs for love, relationship, and intimacy. The longer you play the solitary role, the greater your loss. You were made to need and be needed. Don’t be afraid to connect.
We should not write so that it is possible for the reader to understand us, but so that it is impossible for him to misunderstand us.
What I’ve learned … is that patience isn’t a fixed quality. It’s more like a muscle, which grows stronger with practice.
Never shall I forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.
#WordsIveNeverSaid
Wall Piece with 200 Letters (2010-11) - “From march 2010 until february 2011 I formed one new text on the wall of Kiasma museum every week.”
Contempt is the weapon of the weak and a defense against one’s own despised and unwanted feelings.
What value has compassion that does not take its object in its arms.
If only I may grow: firmer, simpler, — quieter, warmer.
Your life is not an excuse for compromise. It is an opportunity for excellence at the highest level.
#Meteor #Rocks #Mother #Russia
Instagrammers in Chelyabinsk Document Meteor Landing
Moments after fragments of a meteor entered the earth’s atmosphere over the southern Ural Mountains early Friday, Instagrammers from the Russian city of Chelyabinsk began posting photos of the meteor’s glowing trail.
The meteor, which lit up the sky about 950 miles east of Moscow, sent a shockwave through the area that shattered windows and injured many people. After the impact, Chelyabinsk resident Сергей Устюжанин (@ustyuzhanin) set out to determine exactly what had happened. Through Instagram, he shared with his friends and the world real-time photos of scenes he encountered in and around the city. “A lot of people in our city didn’t know what happened at the beginning,” he says, “so I used Instagram as a way to share what I saw.”
To see more photos that document the meteorite and its aftermath, view Сергей’s photos and browse the #метеорит and #Chelyabinsk hashtags.
The best way to have a good idea is to have lots of ideas.
John Coltrane - Blue Train (Full Album).wmv (by JazzSessions4Thee)
This one is for all the ol’ souls…
Pray often; for prayer is a shield to the soul, a sacrifice to God, and a scourge for Satan.
As freely as the firmament embraces the world, / or the sun pours forth impartially his beams, / so mercy must encircle both friend and foe.
Cut these words and they would bleed; they are vascular and alive; they walk and run.
No one has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
It is more often from pride than from ignorance that we are so obstinately opposed to current opinions; we find the first places taken, and we do not want to be the last.
Every time I start to get worked up over something I just think to myself, ‘Is this really going to matter in my life tomorrow, in an hour, in a year?’
I always tell the truth but you think I’m lying, and when I lie to you you fall in love.
You can be up to your boobies in white satin, with gardenias in your hair and no sugar cane for miles, but you can still be working on a plantation.
Billie Holiday
(via jazzpages)
Free yourself from mental slavery…
I will not let anyone walk through my mind with dirty feet ~ Mahatma Gandhi
I drain
through my skin
the words you pronounce
they’d kill
every cell
of my heart
every neuron
in my brain
If I were not to drain
through my skin
every word
pronounced
by your lips
I’d be dead by now
If I were to listen
to every stupidity
the runs ‘round your head
I thank God
I am clever
that I allow myself
only to listen
to what could build me up
and you try to break me down
and you try with all your might
but you can’t
since I stand like a rock
