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“I think too deeply about everything. I still don’t know if that allows me to see more of the world, or less of it.”
— Mobeen Hakeem
“Common sense is not too common.”
— Voltaire, Dictionnaire philosophique
“Practise non-violence towards yourself by letting go of comparison.”
— Quiet Lotus
If you can't stop thinking about someone or something. Explore it. There's a reason....
“The moon is always up there, even when you can’t see it. You think it stops circling the earth, just because your breath stops?”
— Shehan Karunatilaka, The Seven Moons of Maali Almeida
““I am someone who has a cold heart. If I am beside a great grief I throw barriers up so the loss cannot go too deep or too far. There is a wall instantly in place, and it will not fall.” - Michael Ondaatje”
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“The Greeks had a word, xenia — guest friendship — a command to take care of traveling strangers, to open your door to whoever is out there, because anyone passing by, far from home, might be God. Ovid tells the story of two immortals who came to Earth in disguise to cleanse the sickened world. No one would let them in but one old couple, Baucis and Philemon. And their reward for opening their door to strangers was to live on after death as trees — an oak and a linden — huge and gracious and intertwined. What we care for, we will grow to resemble. And what we resemble will hold us, when we are us no longer…”
— Richard Powers, The Overstory