#ness

Q: Why do I love thee, O Night? A: Because you know I will never answer. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#answer #answers #communication #communion #enigma

I see the mycelium as the Earth's natural Internet, a consciousness with which we might be able to communicate. Through cross-species interfacing, we may one day exchange information with these sentient cellular networks. Because these externalized neurological nets sense any impression upon them, from footsteps to falling tree branches, they could relay enormous amounts of data regarding the movements of all organisms through the landscape. ↗

— Paul Stamets

#earth #communication

Through my choices and actions, I have learned the most effective way of speaking to God is without saying a word. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#choices #communication #god #happiness #life

He danced the way he made love, with passion and tenderness and spirit, communicating with hands and eyes the most subtle messages, tenderly making up for Lila's awkwardness. In his lashes and his hair, mist clung in tiny diamond drops. She could not take her eyes from him. ↗

— Ruth Wind

#dancing #lovemaking #tenderness #communication

Wealth is a relational barrier. It keeps us from having open relationships. ↗

— Randy Alcorn

#communication #honesty #openness #relationships #stewardship

Love, like Fortune, favours the bold. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#courage #courage-in-love #falling-in-love #first-love #fortune

For how imperiously, how coolly, in disregard of all one’s feelings, does the hard, cold, uninteresting course of daily realities move on! Still we must eat, and drink, and sleep, and wake again, - still bargain, buy, sell, ask and answer questions, - pursue, in short, a thousand shadows, though all interest in them be over; the cold, mechanical habit of living remaining, after all vital interest in it has fled. ↗

— Harriet Beecher Stowe

#despair #letting-go #life #moving-on #sadness

My love, do you recall the object which we saw, That fair, sweet, summer morn! At a turn in the path a foul carcass On a gravel strewn bed, Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman, Burning and dripping with poisons, Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant way Its belly, swollen with gases. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#poison #wantonness #woman #death

God forgive me everything!’ she said, feeling the impossibility of struggling... ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#forgiveness #suicide #death

The accumulation of birthdays is the leading cause of death in the United States and other large land masses. Now while that may not be 100% accurate, it is at least 88% accurate. Actually, the last sentence itself might not have been 100% accurate, but I’m 88% sure it was. Maybe I should just brush up on fractions and percentages before making statements that are liable to hurt the funeral industry, because if birthdays aren’t killing people then it’s bad for the mortality business. And if you can’t trust somebody to die, then you can’t trust somebody. But I’m somebody you can trust. I’m at least 88% trustworthy, at least 88% of the time. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#accurate #birthday #death #die #fractions