Reset, readjust, restart, refocus.As many times as you need to.
Just don't quit!
The couples that are meant to be, are the ones who go through everything that is meant to tear them apart, and come out stronger.
MermaidDiagram Comment.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.
First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.
When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?
Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.
No passion is stronger in the breast of a man than the desire to make others believe as he believes. Nothing so cuts at the root of his happiness and fills him with rage as the sense that another rates low what he prizes high.
By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.
About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.
When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.
For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.
Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.
To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is...at last, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away...
Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.
Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?
Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.
It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.
Like" and "like" and "like"--but what is the thing that lies beneath the semblance of the thing?
Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?
No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes
She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.
I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.
The beauty of the world...has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
Arrange whatever pieces come your way.
By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream
Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)
Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!
The word 'time' split its husk; poured its riches over him; and from his lips fell like shells, like shavings from a plane, without his making them, hard, white, imperishable, words, and flew to attach themselves to their places in an ode to Time; an immortal ode to Time.
After that, how unbelievable death was! - that it must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all; how, every instant . . .
What does the brain matter compared with the heart?
Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you.
He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.
Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it and we might take the blue of midday and the black of midnight and be cast off and escape from here and now.
I enjoy almost everything. Yet I have some restless searcher in me. Why is there not a discovery in life? Something one can lay hands on and say “This is it”? My depression is a harassed feeling. I’m looking: but that’s not it — that’s not it. What is it? And shall I die before I find it?
And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of treesand changing leaves.
Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all be pure
Septimus has been working too hard" - that was all she could say to her own mother. To love makes one solitary, she thought.
in this case, a mother, noted for her beauty, might be reduced to a purple shadow... (Tansley to Lily on her painting of the house & grounds)
Was it wisdom? Was it knowledge? Was it, once more, the deceptiveness of beauty, so that all one's perceptions, half way to truth, were tangled in a golden mesh?
I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.
To love makes one solitary.
The only truth which she could discover was the truth of what she herself felt.
I condemn you. Yet my heart yearns towards you. I would go with you through the fires of death. Yet am happiest alone.
What, indeed, if you look from a mountain-top down the long wastes of the ages? The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.
Knowledge Strategy Execution
Motivation is a byproduct of action, not the catalyst for it.
Control your thoughts or your thoughts will control you.
Today is a new day. Stop living in the past.
Focus on the step in front of you, not the whole staircase.
You attract what you are, not what you want. If you want great, then be great.
Your goals should scare you a little and excite you a lot.
