“In that case why should I have any anxiety? It is not my business to think about myself. My business to think about God. It is for God to think about me.”
— Simone Weil

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“In that case why should I have any anxiety? It is not my business to think about myself. My business to think about God. It is for God to think about me.”
— Simone Weil
when I am among the trees, mary oliver (read by amanda palmer)
made by yours truly
When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, and discernment, and never hurry through the world but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, “Stay awhile.” The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It's simple,” they say, “and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.”
“Robinson had to sign on, you see, had to make his dangerous voyage, had to suffer shipwreck and many other things—I would only have to lose you and would already be Robinson. But I’d be more Robinson than he. He still had the island and Friday and many various things and finally the ship that took him away and practically turned everything into a dream. I wouldn’t have a thing, not even my name, since I’ve given that to you as well.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (September 5,1920)
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I hope this spring is kind to us, I hope we heal and bloom
Mary Oliver, from "Worm Moon" in Twelve Moons
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— February 25, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries
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"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
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I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I am, well, hopeless. Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia? Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.
Mary Oliver, “I worried”
ive found an apartment thats nt perfect and kinda expensive and somethings tellng me to not do it and save money but maybe its worth doing, pls save me from deciding idk idk idk idk
Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953
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