#dal

Just as the acorn contains the mighty oak tree, the Self has everything it needs to fulfill its destiny. When the inner conditions are right, it naturally emerges. ↗

— Derek Rydall

#emergence #law-of-emergence #selfhelp #spirituality #nature

Be in the world but not of it; become less attached to outcome and more attuned to outgo, which is the natural radiance of your being. ↗

— Derek Rydall

#emergence #law-of-emergence #selfhelp #spirituality #nature

Dangerous consequences will follow when politicians and rulers forget moral principles. Whether we believe in God or karma, ethics is the foundation of every religion. ↗

— Dalai Lama XIV

#gyatso #karma #religion

Time is nature's way of preventing everything from happening at once. ↗

— Meredith Etherington-Smith

#nature

No, i mean enterprising." said Will. "When I mean morally deficient, I say,`Now, that is something i would have done´ ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #will-herondale #morals

Fool of a Took!" he growled. "This is a serious journey, not a hobbit walking-party. Throw yourself in next time, and then you will be no further nuisance. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#mines-of-moria #pippin #journey

You cannot pass," he said. The orcs stood still, and a dead silence fell. "I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#gandalf #guardianship #orc #secret

Charlotte, darling, Henry said to his wife, who was staring at im in gape-mouthed horror. Jassamine, beside her, was wided eyed. Sorry im late. You know, i think i might nearly have the sensor working- Will interrupted. Henry, he said, your on fire. You do know that, don't you? Oh, yes, Henry said eagerly. The flames were now nearly to his shoulder. I've been working like a man possessed all day. Charlotte, did you hear what i said about the sensor? Charlotte dropped her hand from her mouth. Henry! She shrieked. Your arm! Henry glanced down at his arm, and his mouth dropped open. Bloody hell! ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#henry-branwell #humor #will-herondale #humor

When Will truly wants something,” said Jem, quietly, “when he feels something — he can break your heart. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #will-herondale #feeling

A Letter to Andre Breton, Originally Composed on a Leaf of Lettuce With an Ink-dipped Carrot On my bed, my green comforter draped over my knees like a lumpy turtle, I think about the Berlin Wall of years that separates us. In my own life, the years are beginning to stack up like a Guinness World Record’s pile of pancakes, yet I’m still searching for some kind of syrup to believe in. In the shadows of my pink sheet, I see your face, Desnos’ face, and two clock faces staring at each other. I see a gaping wound that ebbs rose petals, while a sweaty armpit holds an orchestra. Beethoven, maybe. A lover sings a capella, with the frothiness of a cappuccino. Starbucks, maybe. There’s an hourglass, too, and beneath the sands lie untapped oil reserves. I see Dali’s mustache, Magritte’s pipe, and bowling shoes, which leaves the question-- If you could time travel through a trumpet, would you find today and tomorrow too loud? ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#carrot #dali #future #magritte #poem