Dream Poetry Visions
Dream Poetry Visions
Hardship, in forcing us to exercise greater patience and forbearance in daily life, actually makes us stronger and more robust. From the daily experience of hardship comes a greater capacity to accept difficulties without losing our sense of inner calm. Of course, I do not advocate seeking out hardship as a way of life, but merely wish to suggest that, if you relate to it constructively, it can bring greater inner strength and fortitude.
Dalai Lama
Mister Rogers Remixed | Garden of Your Mind | PBS Digital Studios
What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.
Carl Sagan (via even-after-all-this-time)
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.
Helen Keller
If you quietly accept and go along no matter what your feelings are, ultimately you internalize what you’re saying, because it’s too hard to believe one thing and say another. I can see it very strikingly in my own background. Go to any elite university and you are usually speaking to very disciplined people, people who have been selected for obedience. And that makes sense. If you’ve resisted the temptation to tell the teacher, “You’re an asshole,” which maybe he or she is, and if you don’t say, “That’s idiotic,” when you get a stupid assignment, you will gradually pass through the required filters. You will end up at a good college and eventually with a good job.
Noam Chomsky, interviewed by Charles M. Young for Rolling Stone [May 28, 1992] (via lotus-eyes)
Let us cultivate love and compassion, both of which give life true meaning. This is the religion I preach. It is simple. Its temple is the heart. Its teaching is love and compassion. Its moral values are loving and respecting others, whoever they may be. Whether one is a lay person or a monastic, we have no other option if we wish to survive in this world.
Dalai Lama
dejaaavu:

For my sibster<3

dejaaavu:

For my sibster<3

Nothing can be loved or hated unless it is first known.
Leonardo Da Vinci on Love & Understanding
He not busy being born is busy dying.
Bob Dylan
Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
Carl Sagan
If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished?
Mevlana Rumi (via Cory Booker)
You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come out of it.
Maya Angelou
I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it.
Pablo Picasso
Yeasayer - Wait for the Summer

“Life is easier when one of us is dead
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey
I will wait a year
Noone starts to hear an accidental fall
And they won’t suspect a thing at all

Wait for the summer
We’ll sleep when we wanna
Don’t tell your mother
We’ll leave when we
We’ll leave when we wanna

And I have dreamed about it
Now I read about it
And I can’t grieve about it
And I can’t heeeeeeeeeey

Someone help me
Someone help me
Someone help me please
Someone help me
Someone help me
Someone help me please

It’s an accidental fall
And they won’t suspect a thing at all

Wait for the summer
We’ll leave when we wanna
Look at your mother
Is that who ya
Is that who ya wanna?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Ooooooh Oooooh
Ooooooh Oooooh

Tell my lady here what I was drinking
And in not too long, won’t she start screaming?
What a proud old man, what was she thinking?
I hear her voice sometimes, when I’ve been dreaming

Tell my lady here what I was dreaming
And in not too long, what was I thinking?
What a proud old man, won’t she start screaming?
I hear voice sometimes, when I’ve been…
When I’ve been drinking

Rising rising falling down
I’m rising rising falling down
I’m rising rising falling down
I’m rising rising falling down

I’ll kill my baby with a .45 
One last shot right into her head
And I’m falling falling falling down

SINK INTO THE RIVER!
SINK INTO THE RIVER!

Tell my lady here what I was drinking
I’ll kill my baby with a .45 
One last shot right into her head
And I’m falling falling falling down

SINK INTO THE RIVER!
SINK INTO THE RIVER!

I hear her voice sometimes
When I’ve been
When I’ve been drinking

Rising rising falling down
I’m rising fising falling down
I’m rising rising falling down
I’m rising rising falling down”

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