- Henri Nouwen
“Because it’s not love to be static like the desert, nor is it love to roam the world like the wind. And it’s not love to see everything from a distance, like you do. Love is the force that transforms and improves the Soul of the World. When I first reached through to it, I thought the Soul of the World was perfect. But later, I could see that it was like other aspects of creation, and had it’s own passions and wars. It is we who nourish the Soul of the World, and the world we live in will be either better or worse, depending on whether we become better or worse. And that’s where the power of love comes in. Because when we love, we always strive to become better than we are.”
Santiago to the Sun
from The Alchemist,
by: Paulo Coehlo
“You are here to enrich the world, and you impoverish yourself if you forget the errand.”
“We are more than the worst thing that’s ever
happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing
for having been to hell and come back breathing.”
—Clementine von Radics
There is, and always has been one way and one way only that I will choose to go through this life. I will love and respect every single living thing on this perfect earth. I will be gentle with those creatures that trust me with their fragility. I will notice, I will appreciate, I will honor every single detail. There is only one way.
I wanted to tell you that someone threw a bouquet of roses
in the trash bin on the corner of my street, and I wanted to cry
because, because —
you know exactly why.
And, I guess I’m calling because only you understand
how that would break my heart.
I wanted to tell you that I’m not afraid of being moved anymore;
Not afraid of this heart packing up its things and flying transcontinental
with only a wool coat and a pocket with a folded-up address inside.
I’ve saved up enough money to disappear.
I know you never thought the day would come.
Extracts from If I Left You a Voicemail This Would Be It - Shinji Moon
“All women speak two languages:
the language of men
and the language of silent suffering.
Some women speak a third,
the language of queens.”
—Mohja Kahf, The Marvelous Women