Our capacity to make peace with another person and with the world depends very much on our capacity to make peace with ourselves.
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Our capacity to make peace with another person and with the world depends very much on our capacity to make peace with ourselves.
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what love looks like
Not grand gestures, but patient seeing. Gentle attention. An ordinary moment, treated as sacred. To love is to notice. To say: this matters, I'm not hurrying past.
the radical move is to enter each day as a constant now free from the claws of then and next so you may take the open hand of the moment nerved with pure being
Toni Collette in Clockwatchers (1997) dir. Jill Sprecher
from 30,000 feet
beauty as an act of defiance to life’s ugliness joy as an act of defiance to life’s suffering slowness as an act of defiance to life’s busyness ease as an act of defiance to life’s chaos
or just maybe, acceptance of it all
encounter each other at the outer edge of desire with almost hopeless mercy and a reservoir of mutual respect
risk every safety and every constant for a single sunbeam of wonder a golden reflection of a larger life in the pure stream of the possible
So much of life is delusion. Each attempt to make a crossing, every high-altitude ambition that any person might conceive of in this world - all of it falls eventually, inevitably, at his feet, and comes to nothing. But she couldn't help it: she wanted to live! Although she had always known - ever since she was a very small girl - that this desire was not a properly feminine aspiration, nor perhaps even godly. She wanted to live. To make her own attempt at life, on her own terms...
Zadie Smith, The Fraud
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Karen Walker, 1972