#soul

Life is closely related to science than art because it has more practicals ↗

— samir pradhan

#art

Old age. All the facial detail is visible; all the traces life has left there are to be seen. The face is furrowed, wrinkled, sagging, ravaged by time. But the eyes are bright and, if not young, then somehow transcend the time that otherwise marks the face. It is as though someone else is looking at us, from somewhere inside the face, where everything is different. One can hardly be closer to another human soul. ↗

— Karl Ove Knausgård

#eyes #humans #life #old-age #perception

Let today be the day you stop being haunted by the ghost of yesterday. Holding a grudge & harboring anger/resentment is poison to the soul. Get even with people...but not those who have hurt us, forget them, instead get even with those who have helped us. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#anger #change #grudges #inspirational #life

Anger is great. It's powerful, when you need something to hold you up. Something to steel your spine. But in the dark, when you're alone with the truth, anger can't survive. The only thing that can live in the dark with you is fear. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#soul-screamers #anger

He had only to touch me to turn my tears into sighs and my anger to desire. How accomodating love is; it forgives everything. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#isabel-allende #anger

What I needed with all my starved and silent soul was just that particular way of shouting back at the world. ↗

— Iris Murdoch

#shouting #silence #soul #anger

I came to the Greeks early, and I found answers in them. Greece's great men let all their acts turn on the immortality of the soul. We don't really act as if we believed in the soul's immortality and that's why we are where we are today. ↗

— Edith Hamilton

#classicism #courage #greatness #greece #soul

Do we take less pride in the possession of our home because its walls were built by some unknown carpenter, its tapestries woven by some unknown weaver on a far Oriental shore, in some antique time? No. We show our home to our friends with the pride as if it were our home, which it is. Why then should we take less pride when reading a book written by some long-dead author? Is it not our book just as much, or even more so, than theirs? So the landowner says, ‘Look at my beautiful home! Isn’t it fine?’ And not, ‘Look at the home so-and-so has built.’ Thus we shouldn’t cry, ‘Look what so-and-so has written. What a genius so-and-so is!’ But rather, ‘Look at what I have read! Am I not a genius? Have I not invented these pages? The walls of this universe, did I not build? The souls of these characters, did I not weave? ↗

— Roman Payne

#carpenter #courage #esteem #genius #happiness

I’d do almost anything for you,” Simon said quietly. “I’d die for you. You know that. But would I kill someone else, someone innocent? What about a lot of innocent lives? What about the whole world? Is it really love to tell someone that if it came down to picking between them and every other life on the planet, you’d pick them? Is that—I don’t know, is that a moral sort of love at all? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-morgenstern #simon-lewis #life

Every production of an artist should be the expression of an adventure of his soul. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

#adventure #artist #every #expression #his