#light

The best lightning rod for your protection is your own spine. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#courage #courage-to-be-oneself #independent-thought #lightning #lightning-rod

Camille sighed dramatically. "The thing that you are too young to understand is that we all hide things. We hide them from our lovers because we wish to present our best selves, but also because if it is real love, we expect our loved one to simply understand it, without needing to ask. In a true partnership, the kind that lasts through the ages, there is an unspoken communion. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#camille-belcourt #age

Even in the darkest clouds There are specks of joy Out of the darkness Comes light Just as day Always follows night ↗

— Karen Hackel

#living #new-age #suffering #age

It’s far too rarely stated that the technology industry is not in the business of making people productive. It is only in the business of selling more technology. ↗

— Mark Hurst

#age

At the same time, we may not as a culture be fond of old-fashioned supernaturalism, but we certainly like spirituality in whatever form we can get it. I suspect that if anyone other than Jesus (Krishna, say, or Buddha) were suddenly put forward as being due for a second coming, millions in our postsecular society would embrace such a thing uncritically, leaving Enlightenment rationalism huffing and puffing in the rear. We are a puzzled and confused generation, embracing any and every kind of nonrationalism that may offer us a spiritual shot in the arm while lapsing back into rationalism (in particular, the old modernist critiques) whenever we want to keep traditional or orthodox Christianity at bay. ↗

— N.T. Wright

#jesus #new-age #spirituality #age

Bit literacy means letting the bits go; anything else perpetuates the problem. ↗

— Mark Hurst

#age

you have to come of age when it's your time. If you try to rush it or put it off, it only gets you into trouble. ↗

— Donna Clayton

#age

She had some hidden reason of her own for attaching great importance to this choosing what her mother was to wear. What was the reason, Mrs. Ramsay wondered, standing still to let her clasp the necklace she had chosen, divining, through her own past, some deep, some buried, some quite speechless feeling that one had for one's mother at Rose's age. Like all feelings felt for oneself, Mrs. Ramsay thought, it made one sad. It was so inadequate, what one could give in return; and what Rose felt was quite out of proportion to anything she actually was. And Rose would grow up; and Rose would suffer, she supposed, with these deep feelings, and she said she was ready now... ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#age

Do not wait not for old age to wake you up to the true value of each moment. ↗

— Martin Suarez

#awake #enlightenment #life-lessons #old-age #value-of-life

A pretty face had been damaged by acne scars and she wore and extra forty pounds on her frame like a threat. Her eyes were dull with anger disguised as apathy. If she kept on her current path, she'd grow into the type of person who fed her kids Doritos for breakfast and purchased angry bumper stickers with lots of exclamation points. But right now, she was just another in a long line of pissed-off small-town girls with a shitty outlook. ↗

— Dennis Lehane

#bad-moms #moonlight-mile #anger