#spirit

There are no prizes for defying yourself. ↗

— Stephen Richards

#cosmic-ordering #law-of-attraction #mind-body-spirit #mind-power #money

Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. ↗

— Zhuangzi

#spirituality #dreams

Clergy had a vested interest in retaining the old, ways, which made few demands of them as teachers, as spiritual guides, or as moral examples or agents. ↗

— Alister E. McGrath

#heresy #spiritual-leadership #leadership

I revel in flowers without let, An atom at random in space; My soul dwells in regions ethereal, And the world is my dreaming-place. ↗

— L. Cranmer-Byng

#dreams

One great thing about growing old is that nothing is going to lead to anything. Everything is of the moment. ↗

— Joseph Campbell

#mythology #philosophy #spirituality #art

When you fill your soul by listening to and acting on your intuition, you'll find yourself moving toward the fulfillment of your dreams. ↗

— Lynn A. Robinson

#divine-intuition #intuition #manifestation #spirituality #dreams

Music is something that always lifts my spirits and makes me happy, and when I make music I always hope it will have the same effect on whoever listens to it. ↗

— Aaron Carter

#effect #happy #hope #i #i always

When you give up on your dream or give in to your challenges, you abort your dream and give the devil something to rejoice over! You also disappoint the Lord Jesus, who is waiting for you to enforce the victory he won on your behalf at Calvary. ↗

— Pedro Okoro

#dreams

Ever have a dream so real you felt you could reach out and touch it? ↗

— Doug Dillon

#dreams #reality #spirituality #dreams

During those days Fingerbone was strangely transformed. If one should be shown odd fragments arranged on a silver tray and be told, "That is a splinter from the True Cross, and that is a nail paring dropped by Barabbas, and that is a bit of lint from under the bed where Pilate's wife dreamed her dream," the very ordinariness of the things would recommend them. Every spirit passing through the world fingers the tangible and mars the mutable, and finally has come to look and not to buy. So shoes are worn and hassocks are sat upon and finally everything is left where it was and the spirit passes from the ground as if there were no other pleasure in the world but brown leaves, as if it would deck, clothe, flesh itself in flourishes of dusty brown apple leaves, and then drops them all in a heap at the side of the house and goes on. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#dreams