And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our own feet, and learn to be at home. It is a journey we can make only by the acceptance of mystery and of mystification—by yielding to the condition that what we have expected is not there.
— Wendell Berry; The Unforeseen Wilderness
Wisdom cannot be imparted. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to impart always sounds like foolishness to someone else. Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it.
— Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha (via gooddog61)
Millions of people never analyze themselves. Mentally they are mechanical products of the factory of their environment, preoccupied with breakfast, lunch, and dinner, working and sleeping, and going here and there to be entertained. They don’t know what or why they are seeking, nor why they never realize complete happiness and lasting satisfaction. By evading self-analysis, people go on being robots, conditioned by their environment. True self-analysis is the greatest art of progress.
— Paramahansa Yogananda (via hip-)
And once again love life day by day, colour by colour, touch by touch, because you’ve got a body and mind to exercise, and that is your lot, to exercise and use it as much as you can, never mind whose got a better or worse body and mind, but stretch yours as far as you can.
— Sylvia Plath (via fleurlungs)
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
— Sylvia Plath (via loveyourchaos)
