#ak

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#grief #parting #sadness #sorrow #sweetness

Once again, we are reminded that awakening, or enlightenment is not the property of Buddhism, any more than Truth is the property of Christianity. Neither the Buddha nor the Christ belongs exclusively to the communities that were founded in their names. They belong to all people of goodwill, all who are attentive to the secret which lives in the depths of their breath and their consciousness. (14) ↗

— Jean-Yves Leloup

#awakening #breath #buddhism #christianity #community

Out of the ugliness of the ironworks lepers will eat, children will be born, their parents will grow old. ↗

— Helen McCarthy

#film #hayao-miyazaki #japan #japan

Happiness was useless to me. It was heartache that filled my purse. What happy man has need of Shakespeare? ↗

— Jennifer Donnelly

#paris #revolution #shakespeare #stage #theater

When you struggle with your partner, you are struggling with yourself. Every fault you see in them touches a denied weakness in yourself. ↗

— Deepak Chopra

#struggle #weaknesses #weakness

I now know why people break up in e-mails and text messages. Doing it face-to-face is so hard because you have to stand in front of the person and witness their reaction. Face their wrath. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#perfect-chemistry #wit

The paranoid one's wards are still active. They keep me several feet from the building." "But not his car," I said, a smile tugging at my lips. Barrons would go nuts if he knew that V'lane had touched his Viper. And stretched out on it nude? He'd have an aneurysm. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#makayla-lane #v-lane #mac

Of course I knew what time you would get here, girl. Just as I know what time Goodfellow will knock over my nineteenth-century French mantle clock.” Puck jerked up at this, bumping a table and sending a clock crashing to the floor. “To the second,” the Clockmaker sighed, closing his eyes. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#puck #french

I laid my hand on top of theirs, and all I could think was, Is this how revolutions begin? Not with a proclamation or a riot, but with a few people in a room somewhere with their hands clasped and a purpose. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#revolution

I do feel that I’ve managed to make something I could maybe call my world…over time…little by little. And when I’m inside it, to some extent, I feel kind of relieved. But the very fact I felt I had to make such a world probably means that I’m a weak person, that I bruise easily, don’t you think? And in the eyes of society at large, that world of mine is a puny little thing. It’s like a cardboard house: a puff of wind might carry it off somewhere. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#philosophy #society #weakness #introspection