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We can understand the inherent radiance & purity of our minds by understanding metta. Like the mind, metta is not distorted by what it encounters. ↗

— Sharon Salzberg

#inspirational #love #meditation #psychology #art

Love is like building a wall with two bricks and a ton of wind. Obviously you and your lover are bricks.
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket-iq-test #brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #funny

When younger, he had been fun-loving to the point of tedium. ↗

— Émile Zola

#getting-old #tedium #youth #love

I am she who simply rolls into Mordor ↗

— Me

#attitude

I loved you even when you forgot me. And—for a little while—you loved me back. ↗

— Julio-Alexi Genao

#love

A perfect love is not giving too much devotion and loyalty, but understanding little tiny things. ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#love #loyalty #understanding #love

Coleridge wrote a poem called ‘The Eolian Harp,’ in which he explored the notion of music slumbering on its instrument. It's a gorgeous poem! It moves through thoughts and moods of the soul as if we're all but harps waiting for a breeze to pass through us to animate us. I feel the same way about art: that it is something that on many levels colonises you, gets inside you and changes you from the inside out. I find that happens with books, too. After I’ve read a book, for a couple of days afterwards I think in the patterns of the book’s writing, because the act of reading is an act of organising your own thought process. If you are reading someone else’s writing, you are having to organise your perception along someone else’s structure. So if I read a book by Terry Pratchett, a few days later there is still a little Terry Pratchettness to my thoughts. When I read something by Catherynne Valente, for quite a few days there is a kind of ‘jewelled’ quality to my thoughts. To read a book is to let someone else reach inside me and reorganise me. As a writer, I find it very difficult to start writing immediately after having read another writer's book. I have to digest it first, and let the influence pass… ↗

— Amal El-Mohtar

#influences #inspiration #reading #writing #art

Mientras terminaba la correa que me había ayudado a comenzar,perdida en mis meditaciones, le agradecí en silencio por el tiempo que había dedicado a hablar conmigo, más que por el arte que me había transmitido, pues descubría que lo más valioso que tienen los demás para darnos es su tiempo. El tiempo al cual la muerte le da su valor. ↗

— Ingrid Betancourt

#farc #guerrilla #ingrid-betancourt #no-hay-silencio-que-no-termine #secuestro

Stars," she whispered. "I can see the stars again, my lady." A tear trickled down Artemis's cheek. "Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight." Stars," Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#beauty

Ever, could I or could I not count the shadows of our being? ↗

— Nema Al-Araby

#love #shadows #love