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Allow yourself to flow in the silence, heal in the silence, love in the silence, regain your freedom in the silence, find your happiness, sense of self and enlightenment in the silence.” - Excerpt from Silence, in the book the Hidden Path. ↗

— Inshan Meahjohn

#god #grace #inspiration #inspirational-quotes #light

Long after the traces of the human animal have disappeared, many of the species it is bent on destroying will still be around, along with others that have yet to spring up. The Earth will forget mankind. The play of life will go on. ↗

— John Gray

#extinction #humans #the-coast-opposite-of-humanity #unsaved #life

Wisdom - Each day you wake up, know that your life is like a trillion dollars, use it wisely! ↗

— Pete Warner

#pete-warner #rainy-davis #rainysongs #sweetheart #life

Why, play we, these games of mere men? ↗

— Daniel A. Craig

#games #life #society #life

The man Of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys: Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches, and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and, of the human frame, A mechanised automaton. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#freedom #power #state #freedom

When we buy junk, we become junk. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#humanity-and-society #junk #life-and-living #life

In consumer life we become what we consume-disposable junk to be used and thrown away. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#consumption #essence-of-life #life

When people are treated like a product, they become obsessed with materialism. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#materialism #obssession #life

Fiction, at the point of development at which it has arrived, demands from the writer a spirit of scrupulous abnegation.The only legitimate of all the irreconcilable antagonisms that make our life so enigmatic, so burdensome, so fascinating, so dangerous--so full of hope. They exist! And this is the only fundamental truth of fiction. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#fiction #literary-theories #life

In the street, he turned west and walked against a tide of blank-eyed, gum-chewing faces. A taxi went over a manhole cover, clink-clank. Steam was rising from an excavation at the corner. The world was like a puzzle with half the pieces missing. What was the pont of all these drab buildings, this dirty sky? ↗

— Damon Knight

#onomatopoeia #prose-poetry #urban-life #life