#livin

Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#columns #confused #emit #familiar #forests

If you're living completely on your own, break out of solitary confinement. Seek to understand others, and help them understand you. ↗

— Martha Beck

#completely #confinement #help #living #others

Y'know, the real reason why I was such a failure in the sense of being unable to make any sort of a living was because I was really not motivated. I had no motivation. ↗

— Paul Twitchell

#because #being #failure #had #i

The human imagination... has great difficulty in living strictly within the confines of a materialist practice or philosophy. It dreams, like a dog in its basket, of hares in the open. ↗

— John Berger

#confines #difficulty #dog #dreams #great

Your religion is not what you do on Sunday. It is how you live Monday through Saturday. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#christians #church #commandments #faith #inspirational

Orthodoxy is marked by sobriety, not by emotional enthusiasm. It is also marked by a quite “ordinary” persistence in living the humble, consistent life of Christ, not by seeking out extraordinary experiences, especially supernatural ones. ↗

— Andrew Stephen Damick

#christianity #eastern-orthodox-church #orthodox-christianity #orthodoxy #experience

I realize I'm a very lucky man. I love what I do, I love films, TV and theater, and the fact that I'm able to make a living at it staggers me. ↗

— Eric Stoltz

#fact #films #i #i do #i love

On every level of life, from housework to heights of prayer, in all judgement and effort to get things done, hurry and impatience are sure marks of the amateur. ↗

— Ann Voskamp

#faith #faith

I felt the fangs against my neck and knew I was going to die. It was horrible. I wanted to live so, so badly...but this was how it would end. With my last moments, I started to yell at Christian to run, but then the Strigoi above my suddenly lit up like a torch. He jerked back, and I rolled out from underneath him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I turned to Christian, who was crouched on the ground. "Wow," I said, helping him up. Obviously, he was the one who had saved me. "No shit," he said. "Didn't know I had that much power. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose #christian-living

We need never shout across the spaces to an absent God. He is nearer than our own soul, closer than our most secret thoughts ↗

— A.W. Tozer

#christian-living