Search and You Shall Find in My World

27 January 2011

We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It’s as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowly devoured by some disease, or, if we’re very fortunate, by time itself. There’s just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we’ve ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will be inevitably followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning, we hope more than anything for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so. ~Michael Cunningham, The Hours
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Sidney said...

Life is like eating artichokes; you have got to go through so much to get so little. ~Thomas Aloysius Dorgan

When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained. ~Mark Twain

Life is a shit sandwich. But if you've got enough bread, you don't taste the shit. ~Jonathan Winters

When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really children, when we know love in our own hearts; or when, like the Japanese poet, Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash - at such times the awakening, the turning inside out of all values, the "newness," the emptiness and the purity of vision that make themselves evident, all these provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance. ~Thomas Merton

5:25 PM, January 30, 2011

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