#psyche

You can't doubt so much, Psyche ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#mythology #psyche-in-a-dress #young-adult #mythology

The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever. ↗

— May Sarton

#psyche #rest #change

Those who speak of progression but are afraid of change are self-repressed and therefore unable to reach any further than their eyes can already see. ↗

— Criss Jami

#afraid #change #cognition #experimentation #eyes

Rock 'n' roll is good for the soul, for the well being, for the psyche, for your everything. I love it. ↗

— Hank Ballard

#everything #good #i #i love #love

The work that must be done for each woman to reconnect with her psyche and to give herself a chance to live her own life is essentially the same. The realization of the equality of all races, the equality of all beings is essential. ↗

— Betty Buckley

#chance #done #each #equality #essential

Pressure and stress is the common cold of the psyche. ↗

— Andrew Denton

#common #pressure #psyche #stress

Drugs shouldn't be used for recreation although they can be, but ultimately the point of psychedelics is to put you in touch with the powers of the universe. ↗

— Ray Manzarek

#point #powers #psychedelics #put #recreation

That common cold of the male psyche, fear of commitment. ↗

— Richard Schickel

#commitment #common #fear #male #psyche

Psyche did not think the feeling running through her could exist, it was too powerful, too profound and pierced her soul in a way that was a beautiful agony. ↗

— Jasmine Dubroff

#greek-mythology #jasmine-dubroff #more-than-life #beauty

And as for the vague something --- was it a sinister or a sorrowful, a designing or a desponding expression? --- that opened upon a careful observer, now and then, in his eye, and closed again before one could fathom the strange depth partially disclosed; that something which used to make me fear and shrink, as if I had been wandering amongst volcanic-looking hills, and had suddenly felt the ground quiver, and seen it gape: that something, I, at intervals, beheld still; and with throbbing heart, but not with palsied nerves. Instead of wishing to shun, I longed only to dare --- to divine it; and I thought Miss Ingram happy, because one day she might look into the abyss at her leisure, explore its secrets and analyse their nature. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#analysis #character #darkness #insight #intuition