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“Acts of kindness, I believe, are our way of letting the world know we’re delighted to be a part of it; we’re grateful; we’re sensitive. There was once a sign in a hospital reading ‘A baby’s birth is one way of letting us know the world should go on,’ or something like that. And I think that each of us~through our unique acts of kindness~can express that we think the world should go on~nicer and smoother. Kindness is an art form.” ~ Alec Guinness
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“People are afraid to be pried loose from their ignorance,” poet Maya Angelou said way back in 1983. “Because they know their ignorance so well, they know it better than their body odors. And if you say ‘Come on, give up your ignorance!’ they get into that terrible position, terrifying position, which Shakespeare talks about at the end of the Hamlet soliloquy. They’d rather bear the ills they have than fly to others that they know not of. ‘Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all.’”
Saturday, March 8, 2025
The only trick of friendship is to find people who are better than you are—not smarter, not cooler, but kinder, and more generous, and more forgiving—and then to appreciate them for what they can teach you, and to try to listen to them when they tell you something about yourself, no matter how bad—or good—it might be, and to trust them, which is the hardest thing of all. But the best, as well.
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You can fill a library with everything you have read, decorate your desk with diplomas, and speak with elegant words that few understand. But if you have not learned to doubt your certainties, if you have not looked beyond your own ideas, you are still walking in the dark with a broken headlight. Intelligence is not a suit you can wear for every conversation, nor a collection of titles that grant you reason by decree. Some know the stars by name but have never felt the vertigo of truly looking at them. Others have read about the seas but have never felt the waves touch their feet. Knowing is not enough. The world is full of brilliant minds with hearts of stone and cultured voices that cannot truly hear. For knowledge without conscience is just noise, and education without humility is nothing but a disguise.
Friday, February 14, 2025
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Plants and animals don’t fight the winter; they don’t pretend it’s not happening and attempt to carry on living the same lives that they lived in the summer. They prepare. They adapt. They perform extraordinary acts of metamorphosis to get them through. Winter is a time of withdrawing from the world, maximising scant resources, carrying out acts of brutal efficiency and vanishing from sight; but that’s where the transformation occurs. Winter is not the death of the life cycle, but its crucible. Once we stop wishing it were summer, winter can be a glorious season in which the world takes on a sparse beauty and even the pavements sparkle. It’s a time for reflection and recuperation, for slow replenishment, for putting your house in order. Doing those deeply unfashionable things; slowing down, letting your spare time expand, getting enough sleep, resting ... Katherine May
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and being alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You have to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes too near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.” ― Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum
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