#musings

...my boredom might be described as a malady affecting external objects and consisting of a withering process; an almost instantaneous loss of vitality--just as though one saw a flower change in a few seconds from a bud to decay and dust. ↗

— Alberto Moravia

#change

Some people make sharp distinctions sort of between their recreational musings and their professional work. I don't make that distinction very much. ↗

— Whitfield Diffie

#distinction #distinctions #i #make #much

Savor life: don't just breathe it in; exhale the moment to intake the next. ↗

— KC Rhoads

#hope #inspirational #life #musings #philosophical

They said, "Will You place upon it one who causes corruption therein and sheds blood, while we declare Your praise and sanctify You? ↗

— Qur'an

#philosophical-musings #qur-an #religious #inspirational

No matter how far you have gone down the road its never too late to stop and reinvent yourself ↗

— rassool jibraeel snyman

#motivational #motivational-inspirational #motivational-quotes #philosophical #philosophical-musings

Within us all are sages, warriors and fools; we more often that not choose the fools ↗

— rassool jibraeel snyman

#motivational-inspirational #motivational-quotes #philosophical-musings #philosophy #philosophy-of-life

Oh, gentlemen, perhaps I really regard myself as an intelligent man only because throughout my entire life I've never been able to start or finish anything. Granted, granted I'm a babbler, a harmless, irksome babbler, as we all are. But what's to be done if the sole and express purpose of every intelligent man is babble--that is, a deliberate pouring from empty into void. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#meaning-of-life #philosophical-musings #searching #thinking #intelligence

Music makes promises to the heart that no mere song could ever fulfill. ↗

— Jessa Callaver

#music

In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins. ↗

— Elizabeth Goudge

#gratefulness #gratitude #musings #nature #seasons

Old Man River! That seems far too austere a name For something made of mirth and rage. O, roiling red-blood river vein, If chief among your traits is age, You're a wily, convoluted sage. Is "old" the thing to call what rings The vernal heart of wester-lore; What brings us brassy-myth made kings (And preponderance of bug-type things) To challenge titans come before? Demiurge to a try at Avalon-once-more! And what august vitality In your wide aorta stream You must have had to oversee Alchemic change of timber beam To iron, brick and engine steam. Your umber whiskey waters lance The prideful sober sovereignty Of faulty-haloed Temperance And wilt her self-sure countenance; Yes, righteousness is vanity, But your sport's for imps, not elderly. If there's a name for migrant mass Of veteran frivolity That snakes through seas of prairie grass And groves of summer sassafras, A name that flows as roguishly As gypsy waters, fast and free, It's your real name, Mississippi. ↗

— Tracy J. Butler

#musings #poetry #age