If one advances confidently in the direction of their dreams, and endeavors to lead a life which they have imagined, they will meet a success unexpected in common hours.
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| — | Henry David Thoreau (via bookmania) |
Today
I’d really like today to be over please, between my work and my family, I really just can’t take anymore. I could seriously strangle my child right now, and if I didn’t need the money, I could really give up on my job. Today was a crappy day, and I know I’ll be fine once it’s over and I can start a new day, but I’d really like today to be over now so that can happen. Ugggghhhhh. Ok thank you goodbye.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
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| — | Anaïs Nin (via bookmania) |
The leaves streamed down, trembling in the sun. They were not green, only a few, scattered through the torrent, stood out in single drops of green so bright and pure that it hurt the eyes; the rest were not a color, but a light, the substance of fire on metal, living sparks without edges. And it looked as if the forest were a spread of light boiling slowly to produce this color, the green rising in small bubbles, the condensed essence of spring. The trees met, blending over the road and the spots of sun on the ground moved with the shifting of the branches, like a conscious caress.
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Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead (via bookmania) Love this! I love Ayn Rand anyways. :) |
