#pan

The art of life lies in a constant readjustment to our surroundings. ↗

— Kakuzō Okakura

#lifestyle #art

While the characters drive the epic story of Robotech, it’s the robotic mecha that capture the imagination. ↗

— Tommy Yune

#film #japan #robotech #art

Dimitri no dijo nada cuando fue su turno, pero como siempre, sus ojos hablaban por él. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#eyes #love #spanish #words #love

El amor no esta en la mente ni en el corazón, no esta en un lugar físico, sino en uno invisible, que no se ve, que no se puede palpar o tocar, que solo se puede sentir, como si hubiera llenado un espacio que antes estaba vacío, hueco, pero que ahora al sentirlo es como si se hubiera colmado de sensaciones lindas, hermosas, como cuando alguien planta una flor en un jardín, y este espacio queda lleno de alegría y color y da sentido a su existencia. ↗

— F.J. Vizcarra

#frases-en-espanol #inspirational-quotes #love #inspirational

In Japanese swordsmanship, it is not uncommon to speak of a unity of mind, body, and sword. ↗

— H.E. Davey

#japan #art

Si se lo permitimos, los niños pueden enseñarnos la salida. Hay una historia muy conocida de una madre que entra en la habitación de su hijo recién nacido y se encuentra a su otro hijo, un niño de cuatro años, asomado a la cuna. -Tienes que contarme cómo es el cielo y cómo es Dios -le implora el niño a su hermanito-. ¡Estoy empezando a olvidarme! ↗

— Brian L. Weiss

#philosophy #spanish #wisdom #inspirational

Love is a clash of lightnings ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#love #poetry #spanish #true #beauty

Your enemies call it comeuppance and relish the details of a drug too fine, how long you must have dangled there beside yourself. In the middle distance of your twenty-ninth year, night split open like a fighter's bruised palm, a purple ripeness. Friends shook their heads. With you it was always the next attractive trouble, as if an arranged marriage had been made in a country of wing walkers, lion tamers, choirboys leaping from bellpulls into the high numb glitter, and you, born with the breath of wild on your tongue brash as gin. True, it was charming for a while. Your devil's balance, your debts. Then no one was laughing. Hypodermic needles and cash registers emptied themselves in your presence. Cars went head-on. Sympathy, old motor, ran out or we grew old, our tongues wearing little grooves in our mouths clucking disappointment. Michael, what pulled you up by upstart roots and set you packing, left the rest of us here, body-heavy on the edge of our pews. Over the reverend's lament we could still hear laughter, your mustache the angled black wings of a perfect crow. Later we taught ourselves the proper method for mourning haphazard life: salt, tequila, lemon. Drinking and drifting in your honor we barely felt a thing. ↗

— Dorothy Barresi

#life

A good friend will help you to discover the potentials you haven't uncovered. A bad friend will help you to cover up the potentials you have already recovered. Make your choice! ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#choice #companion #comrade #cover #cover-up

Ain’t many guys travel around together,” he mused. “I don’t know why. Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#scared #men