#balance

Never believe for a second that your weak, within all of us we have a reserve of inner hidden strength, ↗

— Victoria Addino

#conquer #mental-balance #strength #structure #struggle

It's not that I believe everything happens for a reason. It's just that . . . I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#life #life

You have to accept all sides of yourself – there’s no point fighting them – just learn how to handle them, and return to the positive, balanced being you know you can be, once the winds have blown through. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#balance #balance-of-light-and-dark #balanced-life #positive #life

The great systems that inform the world about the truth and life invariably claim to be absolutely truthful and well-balanced. In reality they are quaking bridges built out of yearning. ↗

— Peter Høeg

#belief #bridges #certainty #fear #life

Did you ever stand on a street corner in American at five o'clock in the morning? I did. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#atop-an-underwood #early-morning #early-stories-and-other-writings #first-day #jack-kerouac

Your time is your life. ↗

— Elizabeth Grace Saunders

#life-balance #productivity #reality-check #time-investment #time-management

They were a deep emerald green, the exact same color as mine, and they glowed with an intensity I had never witnessed before. A slash of silver crossed each one, the sun's reflection making them sparkle like dancing crystals. The emerald irises appeared to be swirling in circles, creating the illusion that his eyes were never-ending. Flecks of darker emerald clustered around each pupil made my breath catch in my throat. Suddenly, my disheartened mood vanished, almost as if I had never felt sadness before. Something about these eyes held me in place, as if I had found a balance, blanketing me in a cocoon of comfort, free of worries and concerns. ↗

— Markelle Grabo

#connection #elves #eyes #love #love

the chase for more, and the need to be recognised through our achievements and belongings, can hinder us from the real things, like time with those we love, time doing things we love ourselves, and balance. It’s probably all about balance really, isn’t it? ↗

— Bronnie Ware

#life

There is no hour that has not its births of gladness and despair, no morning brightness that does not bring new sickness to desolation as well as new forces to genius and love. There are so many of us, and our lots are so different, what wonder that Nature's mood is often in harsh contrast with the great crisis of our lives? ↗

— George Eliot

#perspective #love

The infinitesimal seedlings became a forest of trees that grew courteously, correcting the distances between themselves as they shaped themselves to the promptings of available light and moisture, tempering the climate and the temperaments of the Scots, as the driest land became moist and the wettest land became dry, seedlings finding a mean between extremes, and the trees constructing a moderate zone for themselves even into what I would have called tundra, until I understood the fact that Aristotle taught, while walking in a botanic garden, that the middle is fittest to discern the extremes. ("Interim") ↗

— William S. Wilson

#extremes #middle #nature #scotland #trees