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I'll never forget how the depression and loneliness felt good and bad at the same time. Still does.


Henry Rollins


#loneliness #bad

Your joy can be the impetus that motivates others to find their way to joy.


Molly Friedenfeld


#inspiration #inspirational-quotes #joy #kindness #spreading-sunshine

You were never born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Don't think that way. You were born with a diamond spoon in your palm. Carry it by your own hand. Now, feed yourself


Israelmore Ayivor


#best #carry #diamond #diamond-spoon #efforts

It takes your knowing to decide on your going. If you know where you are going, you will keep going because you have already seen yourself gone


Israelmore Ayivor


#decision #destination #destiny #don-t-give-up #extra

Appreciation can make a day - even change a life. Your willingness to put it into words is all that is necessary. -- Margaret Cousins


Margaret Cousins


#voicing-it #change

The undiscovered is not far away. It’s not something to be found eventually. It is contained within what is right in front of us. The essence of reality is being born right now. It has never existed before. Reality is constant creation and destruction, and in this constant change is something unborn and undying, something that cannot be approached through the known or the past. It isn’t seen through striving to become something based on ideals stemming from former experiences. It comes to that which is being, not striving. In this state of being in the moment, without the known, without knowing at all, with neither past nor future, is a space that is not filled with time. And in this space, the undiscovered and ever-changing moment exists—a moment containing all possibilities, the totality of existence, absolute reality. Reality is now, and in the now, we can experience the true nature of the universe and the universal mind.


H.E. Davey


#meditation #nakamura-tempu #now #present-moment #reality

Many journalists now are no more than channelers and echoers of what George Orwell called the 'official truth'. They simply cipher and transmit lies. It really grieves me that so many of my fellow journalists can be so manipulated that they become really what the French describe as 'functionaires', functionaries, not journalists. Many journalists become very defensive when you suggest to them that they are anything but impartial and objective. The problem with those words 'impartiality' and 'objectivity' is that they have lost their dictionary meaning. They've been taken over... [they] now mean the establishment point of view... Journalists don't sit down and think, 'I'm now going to speak for the establishment.' Of course not. But they internalise a whole set of assumptions, and one of the most potent assumptions is that the world should be seen in terms of its usefulness to the West, not humanity.


John Pilger


#journalism #media #politics #prejudice #journalist

It is easy to be disgruntled if you are denied rights and freedoms to which you feel entitled. But if you are not coherent, if you cannot put into words what it is that displeases you and why it is unfair and should change, then you are dismissed as an unreasonable whiner. You may be lectured about perseverance and patience, life as a test, the need to accept the higher wisdom of others.


Ayaan Hirsi Ali


#freedom #self-expression #change

We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability!


Percy Bysshe Shelley


#emotions #future #life #mutability #past

because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.


Sylvia Plath


#paris






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