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Life with God is an individual matter, and general formulas do not easily apply. ↗

— Philip Yancey

#life #life

A bug lies in quiet repose; when he passed no one knows. Did he suffer, was he pained? Before he died, was knowledge gained? Were all life’s pressures much too great.To put upon so small a weight? Although not one for pessimism, I think he died of journalism! ↗

— Nikhil Sharda

#journalism #life

The objection to conforming to usages that have become dead to you is, that it scatters your force. It loses your time and blurs the impression of your character. If you maintain a dead church, contribute to a dead Bible-society, vote with a great party either for the government or against it, spread your table like base housekeepers, under all these screens I have difficulty to detect the precise man you are.And, of course, so much force is withdrawn from your proper life. But do your work, and I shall know you. Do your work, and you shall reinforce yourself. A man must consider what a blindman's-buff is this game of conformity. If I know your sect, I anticipate your argument. I hear a preacher announce for his text and topic the expediency of one of the institutions of his church. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Pour voir, pour savoir, pour tenter la Destinée. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#poetry #life

Many are less fortunate than you’ may not be a roof to live under, but it will serve to retire beneath in the event of a shower. ↗

— Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

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The sail, the play of its pulse so like our own lives: so thin and yet so full of life, so noiseless when it labors hardest, so noisy and impatient when least effective. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

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It is June. This is what I have decided to do with my life just now. I will do this work and lead this life, the one I am leading today. Each morning the blue clock and the crocheted bedspread, the table with the Phone, the books and magazines, the Times at the door. ↗

— Elizabeth Hardwick

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If I had my life over again[, ] I'd have thought more about words. And thought about them earlier. ↗

— Enid Bagnold

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....my brain works like an etch-a-sketch; even the slightest movement causes it to go completely blank. ↗

— Quinn Cummings

#forgetful #life

There is only one story. It is the story of an evolving cosmos awakening to itself and becoming conscious. Who could argue with that? It happened. And it is happyning. First there was matter. Then one fine day, life. Then just a short while back, self-consciousness. And most recently, the recognition of, and identification with, Spirit. ↗

— Gaghdad Bob

#spirituality #life