Forgotten Snow

Do you know why snow is white? It's because it has forgotten what color it once was.

[snow-forgotten]

face the facts of being what you are, for that is what changes what you are

~søren kierkegaard

[snow-forgotten]

knowledge of broken law precedes all other religious experience

~cs lewis, the pilgrim’s regress

[snow-forgotten]

whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their gif, but, like drunk men, know not the road home

~boethius

[snow-forgotten]

this every soul seeketh and for the sake of this doth all her actions, having an inkling that it is; but what it is she cannot sufficiently discern, and she knoweth not her way, and concerning this she hath no constant assurance as she hath of other things

~plato

[snow-forgotten]

truth springs from arguments among friends

~david hume

[snow-forgotten]

life in abundance comes only through great love

~elbert hubbard

[snow-forgotten]

i think everybody should like everybody

~andy warhol

[snow-forgotten]

do not say little in many words

~pythagoras

[snow-forgotten]

when life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?

~tara westover, educated

[snow-forgotten]

self-education is, i firmly believe, the only kind of education there is

~isaac asimov

[snow-forgotten]

God knows i had not wanted to fall in love with her. i had not wanted to fall in love with any one. but God knows i had

~ernest hemingway, a farewell to arms

[snow-forgotten]

be that self which one truly is

~kierkegaard

[snow-forgotten]

imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating

~simone weil, gravity and grace

[snow-forgotten]

everything that you ever loved will be taken away the moment you shut your eyes

~motionless in white, to keep from getting burned

[snow-forgotten]

they always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself

~andy warhol, the philosophy of andy warhol

[snow-forgotten]

the drops fell very slowly, as they fall from an icicle after the sun has gone

~ernest hemingway, a farewell to arms

[snow-forgotten]

a heart’s a heavy burden

~diana wynne jones, howl’s moving castle