#los

The beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it, but the way those atoms are put together. ↗

— Carl Sagan

#beauty #cosmos #philosophy #science #universe

Before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience. ↗

— Harper Lee

#philosophy #wisdom #life

The deepest wounds aren't the ones we get from other people hurting us. They are the wounds we give ourselves when we hurt other people. ↗

— Isobelle Carmody

#life #philosophical #wounds #life

You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been. ↗

— Aberjhani

#faith #healing #inner-peace #innocence #life-and-death

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself. ↗

— Robin McKinley

#grief #heartbreak #loss #sorrow #beauty

O how incomprehensible everything was, and actually sad, although it was also beautiful. One knew nothing. One lived and ran about the earth and rode through forests, and certain things looked so challenging and promising and nostalgic: a star in the evening, a blue harebell, a reed-green pond, the eye of a person or a cow. And sometimes it seemed that something never seen yet long desired was about to happen, that a veil would drop from it all, but then it passed, nothing happened, the riddle remained unsolved, the secret spell unbroken, and in the end one grew old and looked cunning . . . or wise . . . and still one knew nothing perhaps, was still waiting and listening. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#literature #philosophy #understanding #beauty

And, you know, my dad would show me some things sometimes, but the best things that I got to do were to actually see really good players play up close. That gives you an idea of fingering and technique and what not. ↗

— Dweezil Zappa

#best #close #dad #gives #good

In games there are rules, but in life the rules keep changing. ↗

— Kim Stanley Robinson

#change

I heard of a man who says words so beautifully that if he only speaks their name women give themselves to him. If I am dumb beside your body while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside our door. ↗

— Leonard Cohen

#loss #love #poem #poetry #beauty

She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she'd rush away again. ↗

— Glenda Millard

#close-enough #dancing #rush-away #sea #touch