#pi

In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is--as the light called human life is--at its coming and its going. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#light #moonlight #sadness #spirit #life

Many people become bankrupt through having invested too heavily in the prose of life. To have ruined one's self over poetry is an honor. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#inspirational

consider the implications. We think we know what we want, but we can never really know until we've got it. And sometimes when we have, we discover we never really wanted it in the first place - but then it's too late ↗

— Alexandra Potter

#wants #wishes #life

There is a beginning, middle and end to every woman's life. But once a woman arrives at what she thinks might be her end, all she must do is reach deep down into her innermost depths and there she will find a new beginning. A woman is hardy as a perennial flower and deep as the sea." --Whisper from the Ocean ↗

— Christine Lemmon

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When the flames of life are gnawing away at your butt, run faster, quicker, and harder than you've ever run before, because I guarantee it that life will condition you, harder than any trainer ever will. When you state to yourself with the utter most believe, “I will achieve this,” than you are on the path, and this is when life throws obstacles left, right, straight on and which other way, but keep going. Because you will make it ↗

— Mark O'Brien

#inspirational

The rider evolved to serve to the elephant. ↗

— Jonathan Haidt

#haidt #happiness #jon #jonathan #life

My spirit. This is a new thought. I'm not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I'm a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It's not as if I'm never friendly. Okay, maybe I don't go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but i do care for some people. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#friendly #hunger-games #katniss-everdeen #smile #spirit

After a thousand years pass, it builds its own funeral pyre, lining it with cinnamon, myrrh and cassia. Climbing to a rest on the very top, it examines the world all throughout the night with the ability to see true good and evil. When the sun rises the next morning, with great sorrow for all that it sees, it sings a haunting song. As it sings, the heat of the sun ignites the expensive spices and the Phoenix dies in the flames. But the Phoenix is not remarkable for its feathers or flames. It is most revered for its ability to climb from its own funeral pyre, from the very ashes of its old charred body, as a brand new life ready to live again once more. Life after life, it goes through this cycle. It absorbs human sorrow, only to rise from death to do it all again. It never wearies, it never tires. It never questions its fate. Some say that the Phoenix is real, that it exists somewhere out there in the mountains of Arabia, elusive and mysterious. Others say that the Phoenix is only a wish made by desperate humans to believe in the continuance of life. But I know a secret. We are the Phoenix. ↗

— Courtney Cole

#inspirational #rebirth #death

Good Lord! who can account for the fathomless folly of the public? ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#public-opinion #life

I'm happily single. ↗

— Paula Abdul

#i #single