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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7249762 | The longing at the heart of attraction is for union with the Beautiful. | John O'Donohue | ||
| a02d3ac | The earth is full of thresholds where beauty awaits the wonder of our gaze. | John O'Donohue | ||
| babddfa | Is it not possible that a place could have huge affection for those who dwell there? Perhaps your place loves having you there. It misses you when you are away and in its secret way rejoices when you return. Could it be possible that a landscape might have a deep friendship with you? That it could sense your presence and feel the care you extend towards it? Perhaps your favourite place feels proud of you. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 3fde5a0 | The hunger to belong is at the heart of our nature. Cut off from others, we atrophy and turn in on ourselves. The sense of belonging is the natural balance of our lives. Mostly, we do not need to make an issue of belonging. When we belong, we take it for granted. There is some innocent childlike side to the human heart that is always deeply hurt when we are excluded. Belonging suggests warmth, understanding, and embrace. No one was created .. | John O'Donohue | ||
| b61c281 | The beautiful can exist at the edge precisely because it has nothing to lose and everything to give away. FREDERICK TURNER OUR | John O'Donohue | ||
| b1c8df8 | The interplay between farmers and the elements was a poem without words, the echo which would always return to him. The air could hold the "breeze of the rain" or the "wind of warmth" to the discerning nose. The stone carved its memory deep into the hands that chiseled it. Fire was life in the hearth which was the center of home. Water introduced itself to us from its most natural source in streams and wells." | John O'Donohue | ||
| ac1f88d | In our mediocrity and distraction, we forget that we are privileged to live in a wondrous universe. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 34605e4 | Entering into and opening to our inherent spacious soul daily allows a natural liberation of our manifold self-identifications to occur, and it is then that we can truly rest in the sacredness and come to know our ground of being. The great Celtic writer John O'Donohue points to this when he says that "behind the facade of your life, there is something beautiful and eternal happening." | being-yourself celtic-spirituality divine-feminine divine-inspiration divine-self feminine ground-reality groundedness john-o-donohue rest sacred-teachings sacred-wisdom sacredness sacredness-of-life self-awareness self-realization soul | Meghan Don | |
| 6c0939e | THE INNER HISTORY OF A DAY No one knew the name of this day; Born quietly from deepest night, It hid its face in light, Demanded nothing for itself, Opened out to offer each of us A field of brightness that traveled ahead, Providing in time, ground to hold our footsteps And the light of thought to show the way. The mind of the day draws no attention; It dwells within the silence with elegance | John O'Donohue | ||
| d293599 | To create a space for all our words, Drawing us to listen inward and outward. We seldom notice how each day is a holy place Where the eucharist of the ordinary happens, Transforming our broken fragments Into an eternal continuity that keeps us. Somewhere in us a dignity presides That is more gracious than the smallness That fuels us with fear and force, A dignity that trusts the form a day takes. So at the end of this day, we give thanks Fo.. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 3f9c3d3 | Through friendship and love, you learn to attune yourself to the silence, to the thresholds of mystery where your life enters the life of your beloved and the beloved's life enters yours. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 595172d | You are as young as you feel. If you begin to feel the warmth of your soul, | John O'Donohue | ||
| 97d9fe3 | A day is precious because each day is essentially the microcosm of your whole life. Each new day offers possibilities and promises that were never seen before. To engage with honor the full possibility of your life is to engage in a worthy way the possibility of your new day. Each day is different. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 2e8cd30 | Our hunger to belong is the longing to find a bridge across the distance from isolation to intimacy. Every one longs for intimacy and dreams of a nest of belonging in which one is embraced, seen, and loved. Something within each of us cries out for belonging. We can have all the world has to offer in terms of status, achievement, and possessions. Yet without a sense of belonging it all seems empty and pointless. | John O'Donohue | ||
| a0a0d59 | Poetry is the place where language in its silence is most beautifully articulated. Poetry is the language of silence. | John O'Donohue | ||
| f38ada1 | We have often heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. This is usually taken to mean that the sense of beauty is utterly subjective; there is no accounting for taste because each person's taste is different. The statement has another, more subtle meaning: if our style of looking become beautiful, then beauty will become visible and shine forth for us. We will be surprised to discover beauty in unexpected places where the ungraceful .. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 5c470c4 | Where you belong should always be worthy of your dignity. You should belong first in your own interiority. If you belong there, and if you are in rhythm with yourself and connected to that deep, unique source within, then you will never be vulnerable when your outside belonging is qualified, relativized, or taken away. You will be able to stand on your own ground, the ground of your soul, where you are not a tenant, where you are at home. .. | house-of-belonging true-belonging | John O'Donohue | |
| cfe3a46 | The Celtic understanding of friendship finds its inspiration and culmination in the sublime notion of the anam cara. Anam is the Gaelic word for soul; cara is the word for friend. So anam cara means soul friend. The anam cara was a person to whom you could reveal the hidden intimacies of your life. This friendship was an act of recognition and belonging. When you had an anam cara, your friendship cut across all convention and category. You .. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 71fd715 | And when we come to search for God, Let us first be robed in night, Put on the mind of morning To feel the rush of light Spread slowly inside The color and stillness Of a found world. | John O'Donohue | ||
| e72a7a8 | The human heart is a theater of longing. | celtic-spirituality communion community dependant-origination interdependence longing love nature | John O'Donohue | |
| 14e6375 | When you find the person you love, an act of ancient recognition brings you together. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 49167f4 | listening to music renews the heart precisely for this reason: it plumbs the gravity of sorrow until it finds the point of submerged light and lightness. Listening to music stirs the heavy heart; it alters the gravity. Unconsciously it schools us in a different way to hold sorrow. When the music is dark it works through dissonance and harsh notes; like underpainting their beauty is slow to reveal itself but it does ultimately dawn. It frees.. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 934c39c | A Blessing for Death I pray that you will have the blessing of being consoled and sure about your own death. May you know in your soul that there is no need to be afraid. When your time comes, may you be given every blessing and shelter that you need. May there be a beautiful welcome for you in the home that you are going to. You are not going somewhere strange. You are going back to the home that you never left. May you have a wonderful ur.. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 7b552ea | May I have the courage today To live the life that I would love, To postpone my dream no longer But do at last what I came here for And waste my heart on fear no more. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 2cfc0c5 | The term projection is used by Jungians to mean that each of us places some quality of our own being onto something or someone else. Aspects of reality of which we are unconscious are projected onto the outer world, where we see them in terms of events and people outside of ourselves. This psychological process works like a projector in a movie theater: we take something that is within the projector and blow it up onto a screen or backdrop,.. | Robert A. Johnson | ||
| d53af47 | Later I inquired into the origin of the word happy and found that it derives from the verb to happen. In other words, happiness is to be found simply from observing what happens. If you cannot be happy at the prospect of lunch, you are not likely to find happiness anywhere. What happens is happiness. | Robert A. Johnson | ||
| ca47215 | It wounded me enough to ground me, but not so much as to knock all the life out of me. | Robert A. Johnson | ||
| 804da6f | The little girl I used to be, the one with blond hair, died years ago and I hate thinking about her. She was nice. She was happy. She was ... not someone I want to remember. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 02b06a9 | Where the hell is your guard?" She shouts. Damn if she doesn't sound like Haley. "I'm tired." "Do I look like I care? You're getting the hell pounded out of you. If you want to tap out, then tap out, but don't stand there and let him win." | cage fighting guard gym gym-feud kickboxing mats mma muay-thai muay-thai-for-women tap-out training ufc ya | Katie McGarry | |
| 94f9dbf | Noah - his hair hiding his eyes, keeping the world from seeing his soul. Isaiah - a sleeve of beautiful tattoos that frightens the normal and entices the free. Me - the poet in my mind when I'm high. | Katie McGarry | ||
| cf3b09e | Pigpen passes the pan of lasagna in Chevy's direction and he takes two squares for himself, the deposits the corner piece on my plate. I smirk at Pigpen and he scowls back at me. | violet | Katie McGarry | |
| a87c712 | The moment my lips found her body, we quickly became an erupting volcano. Hot and fast. Very fast. Fast enough that I would have given her my virginity. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 96a85ff | I don't like how he holds on to her and don't like how long he's holding. That doesn't look like brotherly love to me. I stare at his girl. Why is she so damned happy to see her guy hugging someone else? | Katie McGarry | ||
| 82df585 | I'd love to kiss her right now. Not the type of kiss that makes her body come alive. The type of kiss that shows her how much I care--the type that involves my soul. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 86a7f42 | The words scare her. She's scared of love. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 3a57755 | Which is great, since my English teacher hates late students like I hate riding my motorcycle in forty-degree weather while it rains. | ms-whitlock pigpen | Katie McGarry | |
| cb5c4a2 | The sky was red," she whispers."Yeah".It was possibly the most beautiful sunset I've seen." | Katie McGarry | ||
| 6b0fb4d | I clutched the armrest when she gunned the engine on the freeway and cut off a minivan. "That big red shiny thing inches from you was another vehicle." | Katie McGarry | ||
| d91beff | Pigpen pushes off the wall. "Won't be far." Which means he'll be outside the door, standing guard." | pigpen | Katie McGarry | |
| d7f411d | My legs have the strength of mashed potatoes. I'm cold and clammy and my stomach churns like I vomited. That's because I did, in the viewing room, and I discovered that yellow bile does not blend well with red velvet industrial carpeting. My crowning achievement in overreaction. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 507be83 | Isaiah pushes off his car and invades my personal space. His dark scent envelops me and my heart literally trips several times as it tries to continue to beat. Even though he doesn't touch me, it's like Isaiah is everywhere. Only centimeters separate us, but his warmth surrounds me like a bubble. I have to force myself to lift my chin to look at him. His gray eyes soften, and there's this playful aura to him, accompanied by a devious tilt o.. | intimate isaiah playful rachel-young | Katie McGarry | |
| 81e1961 | I'M BUYING YOU A COAT." And I meant it. I opened the car door and slung my leather jacket around her shoulders. "It's February. Why don't you ever have a damn jacket on?" Echo slid her arms through my coat, closing her eyes as she inhaled. When she finaly opened them, she fluttered her eyelashes, giving me a look of pure seduction. "Maybe I like wearing yours instead." | Katie McGarry | ||
| 586046f | Echo, you look..." He let his eyes wander down my body and then slowly back up. A wicked grin spread across his face. "Appetizing." "Like a chicken wing appetizing or succulent hamburger appetizing?" | Katie McGarry | ||
| a2393e9 | If I fall in, I'm going to drown. The weights upon me are too heavy to stay afloat. My only option is to sink. | Katie McGarry |