#des

To let go means to give up coercing, resisting, or struggling, in exchange for something more powerful and wholesome which comes out of allowing things to be as they are without getting caught up in your attraction to or rejection of them, in the intrinsic stickiness of wanting, of liking and disliking. ↗

— Jon Kabat-Zinn

#letting #reject #struggle #to #want

Life is attention to both the large and the small, little brother. Pay heed to the sun, but watch your feet, or you'll fall ingloriously on your nose. ↗

— Mercedes Lackey

#mercedes-lake #storm-breaking #life

Let us train our minds to desire what the situation demands. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#desire #let us #minds #our #situation

Destiny is the invention of the cowardly, and the resigned. ↗

— Ignazio Silone

#destiny #invention #resigned

The real distinction between being great and being less great seems to be the extent to which we are willing to be pushed along by our own desires. ↗

— Melanie Brown

#great-people #life

Even our parents seemed agree more and more with the television version of things, listening to the reporters' inanities as though they could tell us the truth about our own lives ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#philosophical #the-virgin-suicides #life

Life does not accommodate you, it shatters you. It is meant to, and it couldn't do it better. Every seed destroys its container or else there would be no fruition. ↗

— Florida Scott-Maxwell

#better #container #destroys #does #else

Es probable que haya que tomar decisiones, y sorpresas te deparan. La vida nos lleva a lugares insospechados a veces. El futuro nunca está escrito en piedra, recuerda eso. ↗

— Erin Morgenstern

#future #life #life

At 6:15 she was standing on her front porch watering gardenias and watching another line of thunderstorms split and go around her. The same thing happened almost every day. Some days they came so close all she could smell was the rain. The wind whipped up dust from the fields until it drove like buckshot into the shuddering mesquites, and Clara Nell started to pray. 'Jesus,' she whispered. 'Jesus, Jesus....' But the only thing that came out of the sky was her topsoil. Every day the wind took a little more, and it hadn't rained in almost a year. ↗

— Andrew Geyer

#drought #emotional-pain #farming #heat #rural-life

Sometimes you can be touched by God, but not healed. Often when this happens, he is using your pain for a greater purpose. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#hurt-feelings #life-missions #life-purpose #pain #sorrow