#rat

Human beings do not live forever, Reuven. We live less than the time it takes to blink an eye, if we measure our lives against eternity. So it may be asked what value is there to a human life. There is so much pain in the world. What does it mean to have to suffer so much if our lives are nothing more than the blink of an eye? I learned a long time ago, Reuven, that a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant. Do you understand what I am saying? A man must fill his life with meaning, meaning is not automatically given to life. It is hard work to fill one's life with meaning. That I do not think you understand yet. A life filled with meaning is worthy of rest. I want to be worthy of rest when I am no longer here. ↗

— Chaim Potok

#life

Limit your day to what you feel comfortable with doing - put the rest on the shelf - for further consideration down the line. ↗

— Art Hochberg

#inspirational #art

Everything comes from nowhere. Where is nowhere? An, that's the mystery of our lives. ↗

— Art Hochberg

#inspirational #art

Les personnages de nos autres vies sont des fantômes que la littérature fait revivre. ↗

— Olivier Weber

#africa #colonialism #french-writer #literature #report

Make walks in the nights to benefit from the education of silence! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#education

Too many writers are trying to write with too shallow an education. Whether they go to college or not is immaterial...a good writer needs a sense of the history of literature to be successful as a writer. ↗

— James Kisner

#writing #education

I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets. ↗

— Roman Payne

#europe #fortune #fortunes #gypsies #gypsy

It was a time I slept in many rooms, called myself by many names. I wandered through the quarters of the city like alluvium wanders the river banks. I knew every kind of joy, ascents of every hue. Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs. ↗

— Roman Payne

#literature #payne #roman #rooftop-soliloquy #love

Words can heal, Words can maim, Words can educate the brain. But when the mind transcends the writer knows, clarity follows where the pen goes ↗

— K Herz

#education

You know, when you look into the Guru's eyes you're just seeing yourself. If you see the Guru, then you're missing the point of the Guru. ↗

— Art Hochberg

#inspirational #art