Quotes

even deeply known

If you haven’t heard this album by Sleeping At Last… listen. It is such beautiful, poetic, and honest music. Every song speaks my heart and my story. It is incredible. It made me weep. Thank you Ryan O’Neal.

I want to watch the universe expand
I want to break it into pieces small enough to understand
And put it all back together again
In the quiet of my private collection

I’m hypnotized by this anomaly
Such strange uncharted territory
A white flag waves in the dark between my head and my heart
My armor falls apart
As if I could let myself be seen, even deeply known
Like I was already brave enough to let go
— Five, Sleeping At Last

on children

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
— Khalil Gibran

in its time

For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to uproot.
A time to hurt and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to stop searching.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.

I have seen the burden God has placed on the human race. Yet he has made everything beautiful in its time.
— Ecclesiastes 3
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simplicity

The Japanese sense of beauty has long sharply differed from its Western counterpart: it has been dominated by a love of irregularity rather than symmetry, the impermanent rather than the eternal and the simple rather than the ornate. The reason owes nothing to climate or genetics, but is the result of the actions of writers, painters and theorists, who had actively shaped the sense of beauty of their nation.
— Alain de Botton