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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9198332 | When you regain a sense of your life as a journey of discovery, you return to rhythm with yourself. When you take the time to travel with reverence, a richer life unfolds before you. Moments of beauty begin to braid your days. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 21c0680 | Guns may shoot and knives may carve, but we won't wear your silly scarves! | Marjane Satrapi | ||
| 11ea012 | Whenever you have a clash of opposites in your being and neither will give way to the other (the bush will not be consumed and the fire will not stop), you can be certain that God is present. We dislike this experience intensely and avoid it at any cost; but if we can endure it, the conflict-without-resolution is a direct experience of God. A | Robert A. Johnson | ||
| 7041297 | The Celtic tradition recognized that anam-cara friendships were graced with affection. Friendship awakens affection. The heart learns a new art of feeling. Such friendship is neither cerebral nor abstract. In Celtic tradition the anam cara was not merely a metaphor or ideal. It was a soul bond which existed as a recognized and admired social construct. It altered the meaning of identity and perception. When your affection is kindled, the wo.. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 36d01e5 | In post-modern culture there is a deep hunger to belong. An increasing majority of people feel isolated and marginalised. Experience is haunted by fragmentation. Many of the traditional shelters are in ruins. Society is losing the art of fostering community. Consumerism is now propelling life towards the lonely isolation of individualism. Technology pretends to unite us, yet more often than not all it delivers are simulated images. The "glo.. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 9b43952 | Each day, our tribe of language holds what we call the world together. Yet the uttering of the word reveals how each of us relentlessly creates. Everyone is an artist. Each person brings sound out of silence and coaxes the invisible to become visible. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 6313ad5 | There is some strange sense in which distance and closeness are sisters, the two sides of the one experience. Distance awakens longing; closeness is belonging. Yet they are always in a dynamic interflow with each other. When we fix or locate them definitively, we injure our growth. It is an interesting imaginative exercise to interchange them: to consider what is near as distant and to consider the distant as intimate. | John O'Donohue | ||
| b7e2f1c | But that (physical attractiveness), as the late great Irish poet and philosopher of beauty John O'Donohue helpfully distinguished, is glamour. I've taken his definition as my own, for naming beauty in all its nuance in the moment-to-moment reality of our days: | art-of-living beautiful beauty enoughness life nature on-being wisdom | Krista Tippett | |
| 066eb5e | The prayer intends that the new child will never become trapped, caught, or entangled in false inner networks of negativity, resentment, or destruction toward itself. The blessings also intend that the child will have a fluency of feeling in its life, that its feelings may flow freely and carry its soul out to the world and gather from the world delight and peace. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 3354df5 | Life is full of magnetic interims that call what is separate and different to become one, to enter into the art and presence of belonging. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 79f492d | The life and passion of a person leave an imprint on the ether of a place. Love does not remain within the heart, it flows out to build secret tabernacles in a landscape. D | John O'Donohue | ||
| 5750269 | When love comes in to your life, unrecognized dimensions of your destiny awaken and blossom and grow. Possibility is the secret heart of time. On its outer surface time is vulnerable to transience. Regardless of its sadness or beauty, each day empties and vanishes. In its deeper heart, time is transfiguration. Time minds possibility and makes sure that nothing is lost or forgotten. That which seems to pass away on the surface of time is in .. | John O'Donohue | ||
| a6ed0f2 | Your body is your clay home; your body is the only home that you have in this universe. It is in and through your body that your soul becomes visible and real for you. Your body is the home of your soul on earth. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 6c374ca | Your life becomes the shape of the days you inhabit. | John O'Donohue | ||
| bbccda2 | A friend is someone who wishes what is good for the other. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 61861e3 | When you learn to love and let yourself be loved, you come home to the hearth of your own spirit. You are warm and sheltered. Your are completely at one in the house of your own longing and belonging. | hearth home house-of-belonging longing love | John O'Donohue | |
| f3fb593 | We ask that streams of Easter light might flow into the intimacy and privacy of our hearts this morning, to heal us and encourage us and enable us to make again a new beginning. | encouragement light | John O'Donohue | |
| cc3167f | When you have moments on your own or spaces in your time, just focus on the well at the root of your soul. Imagine that nourishing stream of belonging, ease, peace, and delight. Feel, with your visual imagination, the refreshing waters of that well gradually flowing up through the arid earth of the neglected side of your heart. It is helpful to imagine this particularly before you sleep. Then during the night you will be in a constant flow .. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 52e2b4e | Modern western man has some basic misconceptions about the nature of happiness. The origin of the word is instructive: happiness stems from the root verb to happen, which implies that our happiness is what happens. | Robert A. Johnson | ||
| f873744 | Why did nature not ask my advice about my features? | Matthew Pearl | ||
| 04c2237 | But by the way Pigpen's eyes are flickering between that piece and me, I might have to stab him in the hand with a fork to get it. "It's mine." He whispers. "Go for it and you're going down." Despite my best intentions, I smile and his eyes shine with the win." -- | violet | Katie McGarry | |
| c797152 | I'm staring and I need to stop, but seeing her inhibits brain function. Girls don't know it, but standing in the presence of beauty impairs guys. At least, it impairs me. Screw it. It's Lila. Lila impairs me. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 17d989c | This is one of my favorite moments: the seconds before the kiss. It's like dangling on a ledge with gravity pulling me forward and the wind daring me to let go and fly. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 2ddcb9a | Failure is your only enemy. The only way up is to never look down. We succeed because we believe. How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? | Katie McGarry | ||
| 71ffa74 | Sus hombros nunca se sacudieron. No habia lagrimas corriendo por su rostro. El peor tipo de llanto no era el que todos podian ver, el llanto en las esquinas, el desgarro en la ropa. No. Lo peor sucedia cuando su alma lloraba y no importaba lo que hiciese, no habia manera de consolarla. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 07f0370 | She pulled away from me, leaving my body cold after experiencing her warmth. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 9a4af14 | I could have done so many things and I didn't. Why am I such a screwup? | Katie McGarry | ||
| 6f64d8b | Breathing became a painful chore. Her lips turned down while her warm fingers caressed my cheek. That touch typically brought me to knees, but now it cut me open. | Katie McGarry | ||
| aff4d34 | The offers of friendship, the smiles, the nice words - all games. Deep down I always knew it, but part of me hoped for more. I allowed hope. Stupid Beth making another stupid mistake. Story of my life. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 3b4c14e | To my horror, tears pricked my eyes and my throat swelled shut. "No, you 're not pulling this sacrificial bullshit on me. I love you and you love me and we 're supposed to be together." | Katie McGarry | ||
| 72d68db | Echo." Too late. Brainless swept into the foyer." | Katie McGarry | ||
| 3671ac0 | She pushed off her toes toward me, guiding my head down, and gently kissed my lips. No. This wouldn't be goudbye. I'd fill her up and make her realize she'd always be empty without me. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 845176d | I hear laughter and suck in a breath when I realize it's mine ... and his. Together. It sounds nice. Kind of like music. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 8bd2e75 | At some point, someone held and loved us, but somewhere along the way, it all got screwed up. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 2ebb9d4 | There's more to her, I know there is. I saw it in her eyes when she laughed with me in the Jeep. Felt it in her touch as we danced. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 108246e | Everyone says the same thing: Breanna's smart, she's quiet. On the inside. I'm not at all quiet. Most of the time, I'm screaming. | Katie McGarry | ||
| a2a379c | Sup, man," said Rico Vega, joining me in the back of Spanish class. "'Sup," I answered. "How can they let you take Spanish when that's what you speak half the damn time?" "Why they let a bunch of gueros take English? You gringos gotta be stupid if you ain't got it down in eighteen years." | Katie McGarry | ||
| 1eb5d9a | Dad had attention issues and Ms. Scarecrow Brain wouldn't notice a flying monkey if it smacked her in the face. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 1e3e345 | Ya he perdido un pedazo de mi mente. No puedo confiarle a usted lo que queda | Katie McGarry | ||
| 9e7516b | I think I know what will help you chill." The way his eyes devoured me hinted I shouldn't take the bait, but I did anyhow. "And what would that be?" Noah pressed his body into mine, pushing me against the lockers. "Kissing." I held my books close to my chest and fought the urge to drop them and pull him close. But that would only encourage his behavior, and good God, bring on his fantastic kissing. Fantastic or not, kissing in public would .. | control echo-emerson janitor-closet kissing noah-hutchins | Katie McGarry | |
| 347da29 | He raises his hand to my face again and I allow the touch. His fingers slide along my jawline and the warmth of his caresses radiates past my skin and into my bloodstream. Pleasing goose bumps rise on my neck. he asks. My ears ring with the staccato thrum, thrum, thrum of my heart. Holy crap, I can't believe this is happening to me. The words tumble out of my mouth without thought. That's not true. Actually, they tumble out with a lot of.. | don-t-care intimate isaiah rachel-young swear | Katie McGarry | |
| e471f6d | Thomas make it easy to cave to temptation with his golden - blond hair, muscle from head to toe and sexy brooding expression a few girls have written about in poems. | brenna love thomas | Katie McGarry | |
| 00f8089 | The entire room turns and stares. There's no doubt what they see--ripped jeans, a black T-shirt, tattoos and earrings. I don't care what they see. All I care about is what she sees: a person unwelcomed or the guy she loves. A tear flows down her face, and the hand wrapped at her waist tells me she's paralyzed. In a long gold ball gown that's more skirt than dress, Rachel is truly the angel I believe her to be. A man in a tuxedo stands. I .. | appearance help isaiah love rachel-young stare tears unwelcome | Katie McGarry | |
| cf9d9a3 | Zach finally acknowledges me when my elbow smacks against his side as I shove my way between him and Rachel. He straightens and mumbles so only I can hear, I mutter. Zach smirks. Rachel asks. I say. She blinks as if she just woke up. I step aside so Rachel can exit the driver's seat. Because Rachel is every guy's fantasy, Zach begs her to stay: she should see the engine, she can ride in his car, she can drive his car. Each of his att.. | back-off beg cars hard-on isaiah kill lure rachel-young stay zach | Katie McGarry |