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Adolf Hiremy-Hirschl, The Souls of Archeron
It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.
Edmund Hillary
The great religions are the ships. Poets the life boats. Every sane person I know has jumped overboard.
Hafiz
Mind=💥 #landscape #perfection
"Your only obligation in any lifetime is to be true to yourself."
Richard Bach
I am not afraid of my truth anymore and I will not omit pieces of me to make you comfortable.
Alex Elle
Camels make lovable friends if treated right—though they’re not above conning a meal.
National Geographic - May, 1978
No miles of any measurement can separate your soul from mine.
John Muir
Avoid the friendship of those who constantly inquire and discuss the flaws of others.
Arabic Proverb
Be an artist of consciousness. Your picture of reality is your most important creation. Make it powerfully profoundly beautiful.
Alex Grey
Be not ashamed women, … You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.”
Walt Whitman
Beneath a sky So beautiful, came four and twenty elders, By two and two, with flower-de-luces crown’d
Gustave Doré, from Purgatory and Paradise, by Dante Alighieri, Chicago, 1883.
(Source: archive.org.)
Our natural state is a beautiful paradox. While going nowhere and accomplishing nothing, we are also living in a state of constant discovery and constant expression. Always being and always becoming—this is the movement of that which is eternally still.
Adyashanti
W cytrynowym sadzie, Edward Okuń