#ring

A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains. ↗

— Criss Jami

#adversity #artist #craftiness #craftsmanship #crafty

The lesson we are indebted to Egypt for, our future generations learned that in the face of oppression silence is never golden. ↗

— Aysha Taryam

#democracy #dictators #dictatorship #egypt #philosophy

God will never disappoint us… If deep in our hearts we suspect that God does not love us and cannot manage our affairs as well as we can, we certainly will not submit to His discipline. …To the unbeliever the fact of suffering only convinces him that God is not to be trusted, does not love us. To the believer, the opposite is true. ↗

— Elisabeth Elliot

#goodness #pain #suffering #trust #love

The only activity a cynic will find contagious is yawning, that is, with other people, at other people. ↗

— Criss Jami

#bore #boredom #boring #contagious #cynic

The glory of fame isn't in having so many people know you, but in having so many people know you care. Otherwise, it's like being drawn to a fire to find no warmth. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#caring #empathy #esteem #fame #fire

I could really use someone else's smile today. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#empathy #helping #helping-others #kindness #richelle

Most of us tend to belittle all suffering except our own," said Mary. "I think it's fear. We don't want to come too near in case we're sucked in and have to share it. ↗

— Elizabeth Goudge

#fear #suffering #empathy

I'm a heart surgeon, sure, but I'm just a mechanic. I go in and I fuck around and I fix things. Shit. ↗

— Raymond Carver

#fix #heart #love #mechanic #swearing

To embrace suffering culminates in greater empathy, the capacity to feel what it is like for the other to suffer, which is the ground for unsentimental compassion and love. (157) ↗

— Stephen Batchelor

#empathy #love #suffering #love

Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing through. His voice is deep, then he lifts it until it seems to fall from the sky. I am thrilled. I am grateful. Then, by the end of morning, he's gone, nothing but silence out of the tree where he rested for a night. And this I find acceptable. Not enough is a poor life. But too much is, well, too much. Imagine Verdi or Mahler every day, all day. It would exhaust anyone. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#birdsong #music #nature #serenity #spring