#one

One in All All in One-- If only this is realized, No more worry about your not being perfect (175) ↗

— Edward Conze

#being #one #oneness #peace #perfection

Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#emotion

One night I was standing on Third Avenue playing my guitar, when this big Irish policeman came strolling by, and stopped to listen to my singing and playing. When I was done, he politely handed me a ticket for disturbing the peace, while at the same time telling me how much he liked my voice. I wish I still had that ticket. ↗

— Frank Stallone

#big #came #disturbing #done #guitar

A hundred francs! Oh, dear me! It is worth millions of francs, my child. But my -- dealer -- here tells me that in fact a picture is worth only what someone will give for it. How much money do you have?" Julia took out her purse and counted. "Four francs and twenty sous," she said, looking up at him sadly. "Is that all the money you have in the world?" She nodded. "Then four francs and twenty sous it is. ↗

— Iain Pears

#money #perception #subjectivity #value #art

Happiness is what matters, feeling alive-not art or knowledge or money. ↗

— Marty Rubin

#happiness #knowledge #money #art

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think? ↗

— Christine Feehan

#crowd #lonely #trouble

I'd rather be called a boy and play with paper airplanes than be called a man and play with a girl's heart. ↗

— Niall Horan

#niall-horan #one-direction #play

I can’t write without a reader. It’s precisely like a kiss—you can’t do it alone. ↗

— John Cheever

#alone

Looks like nobody’s home,” Puck said, turning in a slow circle. “Hellooooooooo? Anybody here?” “Be quiet, Goodfellow,” Ash growled, peering into the shadows with narrowed eyes. “We’re not alone.” “Yeah? How do you figure that, prince? I don’t see anyone.” “The cait sith has disappeared.” “ … Crap. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#puck #puck-and-ash #alone

We must become so alone, so utterly alone, that we withdraw into our innermost self. It is a way of bitter suffering. But then our solitude is overcome, we are no longer alone, for we find that our innermost self is the spirit, that it is God, the indivisible. And suddenly we find ourselves in the midst of the world, yet undisturbed by its multiplicity, for our innermost soul we know ourselves to be one with all being. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#solitude #spirit #alone