In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer. – Albert Camus
And that’s what it’s all about, really, looking out a window at all the things you can imagine, and being a little terrified, but still looking and planning and staking out a path. – Rachel Corrie: Let Me Stand Alone
When I ride in the dark on stark roads through dry, bald hills, I ache with desperate longing. I don’t know what I am longing for, maybe for some place of my own within these images, some place where I fit, instead of being the one human being still awake, the only thing moving across the hills in arid darkness. Maybe that ache is loneliness. I haven’t found a name for the feeling yet, nor do I know exactly what awakens it in me. But instinct warns me that it is too potent for me, that my soul is on the verge of cracking when I feel it that way. I cannot handle the sheer power of those wild emotions by myself. I have to find some way to share them. That is why I write. It’s instinctive. I just have to – because it is awake like lava in my blood, and sustains me.
Rachel Corrie; Let Me Stand Alone – The Journals of Rachel Corrie
Preconceived notions are the locks on the door to wisdom. Mary Browne
“I do not expect anything from others, so their actions cannot be in opposition to wishes of mine. – Sri Sri Swami Sri Yukteswar Giri “Autobiography of a Yogi”
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. – Albert Einstein