Emily Dickinson —
The soul selects her own society
The soul selects her own society
The point of the exercise was to cast her eyes over the words and be peaceful
I hate surprises. Surprises don't give me enough time to find a response
“You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete
Burnout is not the price you have to pay for success
A book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all our heart and mind, and great readers are becoming more scarce by the day.
The one who plant trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life
The things you own end up owning you
People carry electricity for me; they have a current that surges around my body until I'm exhausted. Its hard to pinpoint what it is, exactly; something about their noise, their unruly movement, the unpredictable demands they might make on me. It makes the air feel thick, like humanity has... not a scent, but a texture. It makes me feel like I can't breathe.
Do you know how many times we've turned a death sentence into a life paragraph