#rene

Good is never accomplished except at the cost of those who do it, truth never breaks through except through the sacrifice of those who spread it. ↗

— John Henry Newman

#inspirational #responsibility #truth #inspirational

When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#self-awareness #inspirational

What if you already are the person you wish you were but you just don't know it yet? ↗

— Debra Formo

#new-thought #self-awareness #inspirational

A mind is a simulation that simulates itself. ↗

— Erol Ozan

#brain #computer #computers #computing #consciousness

If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work, and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#inspirational #leadership #inspirational

If, then, I were asked for the most important advice I could give, that which I considered to be the most useful to the men of our century, I should simply say: in the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#awareness #life #life

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#summer #life

Earth's crammed with heaven... But only he who sees, takes off his shoes. ↗

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#earth #heaven #life #life

I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day. ↗

— Stanley Kunitz

#renewal #life

Then from those profound slumbers we awake in a dawn, not knowing who we are, being nobody, newly born, ready for anything, the brain emptied of that past which was life until then. And perhaps it is more wonderful still when our landing at the waking-point is abrupt and the thoughts of our sleep, hidden by a cloak of oblivion, have no time to return to us gradually, before sleep ceases. Then, from the black storm through which we seem to have passed (but we do not even say we), we emerge prostrate, without a thought, a we that is void of content. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#renewal #self #void #life