#mit

Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel! ↗

— Allen Ginsberg

#eternity

You forgot my first lesson: don't hesitate. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#lessons

Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be wholly forgotten by it. Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from it: He resolves to become an Hermit, and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock. While Hate inflames his bosom, possibly He may feel contented with his situation: But when his passions begin to cool; when Time has mellowed his sorrows, and healed those wounds which He bore with him to his solitude, think you that Content becomes his Companion? Ah! no, Rosario. No longer sustained by the violence of his passions, He feels all the monotony of his way of living, and his heart becomes the prey of Ennui and weariness. He looks round, and finds himself alone in the Universe: The love of society revives in his bosom, and He pants to return to that world which He has abandoned. Nature loses all her charms in his eyes: No one is near him to point out her beauties, or share in his admiration of her excellence and variety. Propped upon the fragment of some Rock, He gazes upon the tumbling waterfall with a vacant eye, He views without emotion the glory of the setting Sun. Slowly He returns to his Cell at Evening, for no one there is anxious for his arrival; He has no comfort in his solitary unsavoury meal: He throws himself upon his couch of Moss despondent and dissatisfied, and wakes only to pass a day as joyless, as monotonous as the former. ↗

— Matthew Gregory Lewis

#contentment #discontentment #hermit #hermits #hopelessness

No story sits by itself, Sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes they cover one another completely, like stones beneath a river. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#heaven

It was the same Dimitri from long ago, the fierce one who was willing to risk his life for what was right. I almost wished he'd go back to being annoying, distant Dimitri, the one who told me to stay away. Seeing him now brought back too many memories -not to mention the attraction I thought I'd smashed. Now, with that passion all over him, he seemed sexier than ever. He'd worn that same intensity when we'd fought together. Even when we'd had sex. This was the way Dimitri was supposed to be: powerful and in charge. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#dimitri #rose #life

A lot of me is very up, and you have to have light and shade. They are both important and you have to be able to balance them. You have to admit that sadness is part of you and that it enriches you. I use it in my work. ↗

— Imelda Staunton

#admit #balance #both #enriches #i

As much as I live I shall not imitate them or hate myself for being different to them ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#difference #imitation #individuality #conformity

If you stand up and be counted, from time to time you may get yourself knocked down. But remember this: A man flattened by an opponent can get up again. A man flattened by conformity stays down for good. ↗

— Thomas J. Watson

#conformity #counted #down #flattened #from time to time

Know the rules well, so you can break them effectively. ↗

— Dalai Lama XIV

#rules #rules

Be neither a conformist or a rebel, for they are really the same thing. Find your own path, and stay on it ↗

— Paul Vixie

#conformity