You’re told that you’re in your head too much, a phrase that’s often deployed against the quiet and cerebral. Or maybe there’s another word for such people: thinkers. — Susan Cain, Quiet (via larmoyante)

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I believe that we are put here in human form to decipher the hieroglyphs of love and suffering. And, there is no degree of love or intensity of feeling that does not bring with it the possibility of a crippling hurt. But, it is a duty to take that risk and love without reserve or defense. — Allen Ginsberg (via yeshecholwa)

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Success is a label that the world confers on you, but mastery is an ever-onward ‘almost.’

Sarah Lewis, author of the indispensable The Rise: Creativity, the Gift of Failure, and the Search for Mastery, in conversation with Anna Deavere Smith at the New York Public Library. 

For more of Lewis’s insights on the difference between success and mastery, read this.

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It’s about coming alive. It’s about waking up to grace. It’s about unconditional friendliness and infinite kindness to yourself. It’s about making it safe, finally safe for all of those unloved, un-met, unseen waves of the ocean of yourself to crawl out of the depths, out of the darkness, out of the corners and holes and crevices of experience and come into the light, blinking and full of wonder.

It’s about giving birth to yourself, so that all thoughts are finally allowed to flood in, all sensations, all feelings, all sounds, all those waves that we used to label ‘dark’, or ‘evil’, or ‘negative’, or ‘dangerous’, or ‘sinful’ – fear, anger, boredom, doubt, confusion, frustration, helplessness – are finally allowed to come to rest, to breathe, to be fully themselves in the space that you are. They are not separate entities or enemies, they are intimate appearances of you, and so they cannot hurt you, even if they hurt, and this is what we forget sometimes in our rush to ‘fix’ or at least ‘normalise’ ourselves.

Yes, all of those swirling, pulsating energies of that which we call ‘life’ are welcome in the unlimited room that you are, the vast Living Room in which all of creation sings and dances and paints itself into the ever-changing picture of this extraordinary moment…

— Jeff Foster (via oceanandwave)

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What a ridiculous place we live in

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Maybe who we are isn’t so much about what we do, but rather what we’re capable of when we least expect it. — Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper (via larmoyante)

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As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy. I felt it from the first time I met you. You have a strong gaze, as if you have made up your mind about something. To tell you the truth, I myself carry such things around inside. Heavy things. That is how I can see it in you. Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (Alfred A. Knopf, 2011)

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I have the mind of a child
Asking, why is 2 + 3 always equal to 5?
Where do people go to when they die?
What made the beauty of the moon?
And the beauty of the sea?
Did that beauty make you?
Did that beauty make me?
Will that make me something?
Will I be something?
Am I something?



And the answer comes: you already are, you always, always were, and you still have time to be.

— Anis Mojgani, “Here Am I” [x] (via larmoyante)

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My heart needs the mountains like my body needs the water. — (via awelltraveledwoman)

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arpeggia:

Michael Hainey - Note to Self, 2006, oil on canvas, 28” x 22”

arpeggia:

Michael Hainey - Note to Self, 2006, oil on canvas, 28” x 22”

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nevver:

Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket, James Whistler

nevver:

Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket, James Whistler

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