#awakening

I love you." she whispered into the rough wool of his sweater. ↗

— L.J. Smith

#awakening #struggle #the #love

We must reject the artificial and embrace what is real and true: truth in food, community, relationships and self. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#awareness #eye-opening #mind-opening #reality-of-life #realization

Things that are Real are Given and Received in Silence. God has been everlastingly working in Silence, unobserved, unheard except by those who Experience HIS Infinite Silence. ↗

— Avatar Meher Baba

#experience

What we can imagine we can make real ↗

— Nadine May

#awakening #inspirational #novels #predictive #visionary-fiction

I called the world of phenomena an illusion, I called my eyes and my tongue and accident, valueless phenomena. No, that is all over; I have awakened, I have really awakened and have just been born today. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#inspiration #inspirational

The essence of a tragedy, or even of a serious play, is the spiritual awakening, or regeneration, of the hero. ↗

— Maxwell Anderson

#essence #even #hero #play #regeneration

We are seeing a great awakening. A national movement of We the People, brought together by what unites us - a shared love of liberty, and an understanding of the unlimited potential of free men and free women. ↗

— Ted Cruz

#brought #free #free men #great #liberty

The more u try to run away from something, in reality, the more you are nearing it! ↗

— Dhruv Gandhi

#inspirational #life-lessons #wisdom #inspirational

The worst disability in life is a bad attitude. ↗

— SupaNova Slom

#awakening #courage #disability #happyl #inspirational

Outside the study hall the next fall, the fall of our senior year, the Nabisco plant baked sweet white bread twice a week. If I sharpened a pencil at the back of the room I could smell the baking bread and the cedar shavings from the pencil.... Pretty soon all twenty of us - our class - would be leaving. A core of my classmates had been together since kindergarten. I'd been there eight years. We twenty knew by bored heart the very weave of each other's socks.... The poems I loved were in French, or translated from the Chinese, Portuguese, Arabic, Sanskrit, Greek. I murmured their heartbreaking sylllables. I knew almost nothing of the diverse and energetic city I lived in. The poems whispered in my ear the password phrase, and I memorized it behind enemy lines: There is a world. There is another world. I knew already that I would go to Hollins College in Virginia; our headmistress sent all her problems there, to her alma mater. "For the English department," she told me.... But, "To smooth off her rough edges," she had told my parents. They repeated the phrase to me, vividly. I had hopes for my rough edges. I wanted to use them as a can opener, to cut myself a hole in the world's surface, and exit through it. Would I be ground, instead, to a nub? Would they send me home, an ornament to my breed, in a jewelry bag? ↗

— Annie Dillard

#awakening #college #poetry #home