#ness

In the depth a light will grow, A silver shine no shadows know, Like wings unfolding in the sky, That circle 'round a gleaming eye, Turning darkness all away, Even depths will know their day, For every shadow has its end, In light! Life will return again! ↗

— Robert Fanney

#eye #life #light #luthiel #magic

The secret of a happy life is respect. Respect for yourself and respect for others. ↗

— Ayad Akhtar

#respect #life

Only when we have become nonviolent towards all life will we have learned to live well with others. ↗

— César Chávez

#animal-kindness #animal-rights #nonviolent #vegan #life

Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness. ↗

— Robertson Davies

#pessimism #unhappiness #life

Few of us ever live in the present. We are forever anticipating what is to come or remembering what has gone. ↗

— Louis L'Amour

#mindfulness #present #life

We learn the inner secret of happiness when we learn to direct our inner drives, our interest and our attention to something besides ourselves. ↗

— Ethel Percy Andrus

#besides #direct #drives #happiness #inner

.. she believed a great happiness awaited her somewhere, and for this reason she remained calm as the days flew by. ↗

— Gyula Krúdy

#life #life

Illness is the night side of life, a more onerous citizenship. Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick. Although we all prefer to use the good passport, sooner or later each of use is obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves as citizens of that other place. ↗

— Susan Sontag

#metaphor #life

Depression - that limp word for the storm of black panic and half-demented malfunction - had over the years worked itself out in Charlotte's life in a curious pattern. Its onset was often imperceptible: like an assiduous housekeeper locking up a rambling mansion, it noiselessly went about and turned off, one by one, the mind's thousand small accesses to pleasure. ↗

— Sebastian Faulks

#depression #panic #life

Superman comics are a fable, not of strength, but of disintegration. They appeal to the preadolescent, (sic) mind not because they reiterate grandiose delusions, but because they reiterate a very deep cry for help. Superman's two personalities can be integrated only in one thing: only in death. Only Kryptonite cuts through the disguises of both wimp and hero, and affects the man below the disguises. And what is Kryptonite? Kryptonite is all that remains of his childhood home. It is the remnants of that destroyed childhood home, and the fear of those remnants, which rule Superman's life. The possibility that the shards of that destroyed home might surface prevents him from being intimate- they prevent him from sharing the knowledge that the wimp and the hero are one. The fear of his childhood home prevents him from having pleasure. He fears that to reveal his weakness, and confusion, is, perhaps indirectly, but certainly inevitably, to receive death from the person who received that information. [...] Far from being invulnerable, Superman is the most vulnerable of beings, because his childhood was destroyed. He can never reintegrate himself by returning to that home- it is gone. It is gone and he is living among aliens to whom he cannot even reveal his rightful name. ↗

— David Mamet

#disintegration #kryptonite #superman #weakness #death