... or as if a pendulum had swung violently to one side and were now carrying outthe complementary movement in the opposite direction. (!) No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.
Aion: Researches into the Phenomenology of the Self
As it is, we are merely bolting our lives - gulping down undigested experiences as fast as we can stuff them in - because awareness of our own existence is so superficial and so narrow that nothing seems to us more boring than simple being. If I ask you what you did, saw, heard, smelled, touched and tasted yesterday, I am likely to get nothing more than the thin, sketchy outline of the few things that you noticed, and of those only what you thought worth remembering. Is it surprising that an existence so experienced seems so empty and bare that its hunger for an infinite future is insatiable? But suppose you could answer, "It would take me forever to tell you, and I am much too interested in what's happening now." How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself as anything less than a god? And, when you consider that this incalculably subtle organism is inseparable from the still more marvelous patterns of its environments - from the minutest electrical designs to the whole company of the galaxies - how is it conceivable that this incarnation of all eternity can be bored with being?
On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
They told me that to make her fall in love, I had to make her laugh. But every time she laughs, I'm the one who falls in love.
You're still my person. Even if I'm not yours. Grey's Anatomy
Feelings are much like waves. We cannot stop them from coming but we can choose which one to surf.
It gets easier. Every day it gets a little easier. But you have to do it every day. That's the hard part. But it does get easier.
True humility is not thinking less of yourself; it is thinking of yourself less.
I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days before you've actually left them.
If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.
A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.
Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist--a master--and that is what Auguste Rodin was--can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is . . . and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be . . . and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body.
Stranger in a Strange Land
All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
The Call of Cthulhu
Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude.
Schools, especially good ones…that so emphasize student voice, teach us to value opinion. This is a great deception. Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge; it requires no accountability, no understanding. The highest form of knowledge, according to George Eliot, is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound, purpose‐larger‐than‐the‐self kind of understanding.
I guess I could swim for days in the salty sea
But in the end the waves will discolor me
Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not: nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not: the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.
They've promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.
ALAN: Something's happening.
DENNY: What do you mean?
ALAN: I mean it's getting close, Denny. I can just feel this Roe v. Wade being chipped away at this parental consent law, the judicial by-pass hoops. The wall's coming down, I can feel it.
DENNY: May I say something? Friend to friend? You pro-choice people, you need Roe v. Wade. You're desperate for it. Not because you're sure of your opinion but because you're not. You need to cling to that ruling as moral validation for a position you're not entirely comfortable with deep down.Boston Legal, Roe
Some day soon, perhaps in forty years, there will be no one alive who has ever known me. That's when I will be truly dead - when I exist in no one's memory. I thought a lot about how someone very old is the last living individual to have known some person or cluster of people. When that person dies, the whole cluster dies,too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for me. Whose death will make me truly dead?
Love's Executioner and Other Tales of Psychotherapy
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