#cam

Follow your bliss. If you do follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while waiting for you, and the life you ought to be living is the one you are living. When you can see that, you begin to meet people who are in the field of your bliss, and they open the doors to you. I say, follow your bliss and don't be afraid, and doors will open where you didn't know they were going to be. If you follow your bliss, doors will open for you that wouldn't have opened for anyone else. ↗

— Joseph Campbell

#life

Camping is nature's way of promoting the motel business. ↗

— Dave Barry

#camping #motel #nature #promoting #way

Note to the wise: whenever someone insists that he wants to buy something from you, but tells you there’s no real value in it yet, two things are happening: he’s lying, and you’re being taken. ↗

— Mike Stackpole

#negotiation #publishing #scammers #business

Modernity exists in the form of a desire to wipe out whatever came earlier, in the hope of reaching at least a point that could be called a true present, a point of origin that marks a new departure. ↗

— Paul de Man

#came #could #departure #desire #earlier

There is no excitement anywhere in the world, short of war, to match the excitement of the American presidential campaign. ↗

— Theodore White

#anywhere #campaign #excitement #match #presidential

How can one change one's entire life and build a new one on one moment of love? And yet, that's what you make me want to close my eyes and do. ↗

— Greta Garbo

#chance #life #love #change

Great. Okay. That, uh... was easier than I thought." Jack cocked his head. Wait a second... He couldn't decide if he was pissed or really impressed. He hooked a finger into the waistband of the workout pants she'd changed into and pulled her closer. "Did you fake me out with those tears, Cameron?" She peered up at him, defiantly, seemingly outraged by the suggestion. "Are you kidding? What, after the day I've had, I'm not entitled to a few tears? Sheesh." Jack waited. "This wedding is very important to me--I can't believe you're even doubting me. Honestly, Jack, the tears were real." He waited some more. She would talk eventually. They always did. Cameron shifted under the weight of his stare. "Okay, fine. Some of the tears were real." She looked him over, annoyed. "You are really good at that." He grinned. "I know. ↗

— Julie James

#jack-pallas #change

Dove non era riuscito a suo tempo mio padre, riuscì ora il tormento d’amore. Mi dedicai all’arte del bere. Per la mia vita e la mia indole questo avvenimento fu senza dubbio il più importante di tutti quelli narrati finora. Il Dio forte e dolce mi divenne fedele amico e lo è ancora oggi. Chi altrettanto potente? Chi ugualmente bello, fantastico, entusiasta, lieto e malinconico? E’ eroe e mago, seduttore e fratello d’amore. Può l’impossibile; riempe i miseri cuori umani di stuèpendi, bizzarri poemi. Ha trasformato me, eremita e contadino, in re, poeta e saggio. Carica di nuovi destini navi di esistenze divenute ormai vuote e risospinge naufraghi nell’impetuosa corrente della grande vita. Così è il vino. E’ simile a tutti i doni preziosi, a tutte le cose artistiche. Vuole essere amato, ricercato, compreso e conquistato a fatica. Non molti vi riescono, migliaia ne vengono annientati. Li fa invecchiare, li uccide o spegne in loro la fiamma dello spirito. Egli invita invece i suoi prediletti a delle feste e costruisce loro ponti iridescenti verso isole felici. Pone loro, quando sono stanchi, un guanciale sotto il capo e li circonda, quando cadono preda della malinconia, in un abbraccio dolce ed affettuoso, come un amico o una madre consolatrice. Trasforma la nostra esistenza disordinata in un grande mito e suona su un’arpa imponente l’inno della creazione. A volte è un bambino, con lunghi riccioli di seta, le spalle esili e le membra delicate. Si stringe al tuo cuore e allunga il visetto smunto in cerca del tuo, osservandoti stupito e fuori dalla realtà con quei suoi cari occhi spalancati, nelle cui profondità ondeggia umido e luminoso un ricordo del paradiso terrestre e della mai dimenticata discendenza divina, simile a una sorgente sgorgata nella foresta. Questa è la storia della mia gioventù. Se ci ripenso, mi sembra che sia stata breve come una notte d'estate. E perché il Dio incomprensibile mi aveva insinuato nel cuore quel bruciante desiderio d'amore, quando la vita mi aveva già destinato ad essere solitario e poco amato? ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#art

I took two or three months and I came up with a reason that I thought was enough and I went with it: if there is a God he's definitely not benevolent. We should mean less to him than ants. And if there is a God or there are gods they would value, more than anything, free will. ↗

— Tarsem Singh

#anything #benevolent #came #definitely #enough

Change has come! ↗

— Barack Obama

#change