I love words, images, and music that stir the heart and soul. This space is a collection of quotes, images, music, and poetry I’ve discovered across the web—each one moving me in its own way. I claim no credit for any content unless otherwise noted. These pieces were found on various platforms including Pinterest, Facebook, Google, and other online sources. If any content shared here belongs to you and you would prefer it not be included, please contact me and it will be removed. ♬ ♬ -▲= ♬
Friday, March 31, 2023
I will... keep it safe.
Thursday, March 30, 2023
Life is a short journey, live it!
You work 6 days to enjoy 1.
You work 8 hours to eat in 15 minutes.
You work 8 hours of sleep 5.
You work all year just to take a week or two vacation.
You work all your life to retire in old age.
And contemplate only your last breaths.
Eventually you realize that life is nothing but a parody of yourself practicing your own oblivion.
We have become so accustomed to material and social slavery that we no longer see the chains..
Life is a short journey, live it!
Wednesday, March 29, 2023
Milan Kundera : Ignorance
The Greek word for 'return' is nostos. Algos means 'suffering'. So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return. To express that fundamental notion most Europeans can utilize their own vernacular. They can say, for instance, 'Sehnsucht' in German, 'nostalgie' in French, and 'nostalgia' in English. And in each language, the word conjures up its own unique array of associations—whole dimensions of emotion, experience, and thought. In the broadest sense, nostalgia is the suffering of the exile, of the person torn away from his homeland and the past.
~Milan Kundera
(Book: Ignorance)
(Art: Photograph by Thomas Goldblum)
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Tuesday, March 28, 2023
Kindness
Monday, March 27, 2023
Sunday, March 26, 2023
Saturday, March 25, 2023
Louise Erdrich
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and being alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You have to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes too near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could. ~Louise Erdrich





