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need to be strong for myself.
(via love-diaries)
All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
Edgar Allan Poe (via purplebuddhaquotes)
It is true that I miss intelligent companionship, but there are so few with whom I can share the things that mean so much to me that I have learned to contain myself. It is enough that I am surrounded with beauty.
Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via the-book-diaries)
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I like sleeping, it’s probably what I like best in this life.
Albert Espinosa (via purplebuddhaquotes)
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There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation
Kate Chopin, The Awakening (via the-book-diaries)
Nothing lasts,” she says, and there’s a little crack in her voice. “You think it’s going to. You think, ‘Here’s something I can hold on to,’ but it always slips away.
Tim Tharp (via help-n-quotes)
When anyone seems to be provoking you, remember that it is only your judgement of the incident that provokes you. Don’t let your emotions get ignited by mere appearances. Try not to merely react in the moment. Pull back from the situation. Take a wider view; compose yourself.
Epictetus
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope…I have loved none but you.
Jane Austen, Persuasion (via the-book-diaries)
An absurd life of seventy years would not necessarily be infinitely absurd if it lasted an eternity. It really depends on the kind of absurdity one has in mind. (I assume here, as before, that an absurd life is a meaningless one.) Some lives are absurd even from various terrestrial perspectives. If they were of infinite duration, they would indeed be infinitely absurd. Thus, immortality by itself it not sufficient to make a life cosmically significant. However, there are lives that are not absurd from more limited perspectives, but are absurd from a cosmic perspective, and they are absurd from that broader perspective in part because there is a temporal limit that they cannot transcend. Those lives would not be infinitely absurd if they lasted an eternity, at least if the meaning could be sustained or evolve over eternity. Instead of the meaning of a life ending, it would continue in some form in perpetuity. Such lives would, at least in this respect, cease to be absurd (that is, meaningless) from the cosmic perspective.
David Benatar, The Human Predicament: A Candid Guide to Life’s Biggest Questions, P. 55 (via blackestdespondency)
The mushrooms once said to me, ‘You must have a plan. If you don’t have a plan, you will become part of somebody else’s plan.
Terence Mckenna (via thealchemicalpoet)
For example, Thomas Nagel responds to a number of thoughts that prompt pessimism about our cosmic significance. First, he argues that if is true that “nothing we do now will matter in a million years…then by the same token, nothing that will be the case in a million years matters now.” However, this response seems to glib, at least if it is viewed as a response to the position I am defending. It is not infrequently the case that the significance of what we do now is influenced if not determined by, whether it will matter later. For example, one might wonder whether to spend the morning writing philosophy or instead waste the time, In an important sense, it really does not matter now which option one chooses. If one indulges oneself nothing bad will come of it now or tomorrow. But it will matter later. More specifically, it will matter later whether one used one’s time wisely or frivolously. Because it matters latter, it also (instrumentally) matters now. Similarly, sometimes things do not matter now because they will not matter later. For example, it might not matter that one has prostate cancer if one is old enough and likely to die from something else before the cancer becomes symptomatic (it is said that many men die with rather than from prostate cancer.) It also does not matter if one does not fix the cracks on a building that will soon be demolished, and it does not matter now because it will not matter latter. Or consider somebody who dies in battle. Whether that death was meaningless or not depends, at least in part, on whether it matters later. If that battle has no effect on the war or if the war is eventually lost, then the death of that soldier was meaningless. Perhaps the soldier exhibited bravery and inspired his comrades but his death was nonetheless ultimately in vain. It did not achieve any long-term purpose. Thus, we see that an eye on what will matter in the future sheds at least some light on what matters now.
David Benatar, The Human Predicament: A Candid Guide to Life’s Biggest Questions, P. 51 (via blackestdespondency)
I love that feeling I get when it’s about to rain and the wind is rising and there’s some sort of peace in that. I swear I can hear the plants whispering