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The quality of life that you have is determined solely by the effort you put into giving your life value, purpose and a reason. ↗

— Steven Redhead

#effort #life #purpose #quality-of-life #reason

If you want what visible reality can give, you're an employee. If you want the unseen world, you're not living your truth. Both wishes are foolish, but you'll be forgiven for forgetting that what you really want is love's confusing joy. ↗

— Coleman Barks Essential Rumi

#life

I used to think things were the way they are for a reason, that there was some hidden meaning. I used to think that this meaning governed the way the world was. But it's an illusion to think that there are good and bad reasons. Grammar is a lie to make us think that what we say is connected by a logic that you'll find if you study it, a lie that gone on for centuries. Because I now know that life just lurches between stability and instability and doesn't obey any law. ↗

— Delphine de Vigan

#life

She was perhaps seventeen when it happened. She was in Central Park, in New York. It was too warm for such an early spring day, and the hammered brown slopes had a dusting of green of precisely the consistency of that morning's hoarfrost on the rocks. But the frost was gone and the grass was brave and tempted some hundreds of pairs of feet from the asphalt and concrete to tread on it. Hers were among them. The sprouting soil was a surprise to her feet, as the air was to her lungs. Her feet ceased to be shoes as she walked, her body was consciously more than clothes. It was the only kind of day which in itself can make a city-bred person raise his eyes. She did. For a moment she felt separated from the life she lived, in which there was no fragrance, no silence, in which nothing ever quite fit nor was quite filled. In that moment the ordered disapproval of the buildings around the pallid park could not reach her; for two, three clean breaths it no longer mattered that the whole wide world really belongs to images projected on a screen; to gently groomed goddesses in these steel-and-glass towers; that it belonged, in short, always, always to someone else. ↗

— Theodore Sturgeon

#life

All the lies, all the ways we have of trying to make life simple for ourselves by putting people into boxes marked black, white, good, bad, when all of us are victims of our own prejudices. ↗

— Julia Gregson

#india-england #julia-gregson #london #prejudice-victim #life

Once you choose to cloth the reflection of your brain, the nakedness of truth seems to fade. That's why I find it hard to read your mind through your eyes. ↗

— Uma Maheswari Anandane

#love #love-hurts #lovers #lovers-quarrels #sad-but-true

Anybody who thinks there's nothing wrong with this world needs to have his head examined. Just when things are going all right, without fail someone or something will come along and spoil everything. Somebody should write that down as a fundamental law of the Universe. The principle of perpetual disappointment. If there is a God who created this world, he should scrap it and try again. ↗

— Athol Fugard

#god #law #laws-of-the-universe #life #life-lesson

The call of God is a call according to the nature of God; where we go in obedience to that call depends entirely on the providential circumstances which God engineers, and is not of any moment. The danger is to fit the call of God into the idea of our own discernment and say, “God called me there.” If we say so and stick to it, then it is good-bye to the development of the life of God in us. ↗

— Oswald Chambers

#sovereignty-of-god #life

Sie wird gebraucht, unsere Schuld, sie rechtfertigt viel im Leben anderer. ↗

— Max Frisch

#guilt #truth-of-life #life

Why would our brains have this capacity to sense the oneness of the universe, a sense that can be induced in many ways, even technological, if that capacity did not reflect an external reality? ↗

— Kara Dalkey

#perception #reality #universe #life