Brother, stand the pain. Escape the poison of your impulses. The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do. Learn to light the candle. Rise with the sun. Turn away from the cave of your sleeping. That way a thorn expands to a rose.
Rumi (via thecalminside)
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A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.
Khalil Gibran, The Prophet (via illangelsonly)
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I am the soul stretching into
the furthest reaches of my fingers
and beyond
Philip Levine, from “Last Words” (via mitochondria)
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[self] analysis - hand

Tassia B.


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"Are you stressed? Are you so busy getting to the future that the present is reduced to a means of getting there? Stress is caused by being “here” but wanting to be “there,” or being in the present but wanting to be in the future. Die to the past every moment. You don’t need it." 

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Heaven is this moment.
Hell is the burning desire
for this moment to be different.
It’s that simple.
 Jeff Foster (via abiding-in-peace)
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Allow yourself to be moved to tears by something or someone at least once a day, every single day of your life.
Allow yourself to be touched, to be affected deeply, to be broken every day on the altar of life’s sorrow and beauty.
Don’t let the days pass without holding them so tenderly. Don’t let the moments go by without realising they could be your last.
Rest each day in the house of gratitude. And then you will be able to say, “I was truly open and alive”.

Jeff Foster


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As long as you think that the cause of your problem is “out there”—as long as you think that anyone or anything is responsible for your suffering—the situation is hopeless. It means that you are forever in the role of victim, that you’re suffering in paradise.
Byron Katie (via thecalminside)
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Let’s be the same wound if we must bleed.
Let’s fight side by side, even if the enemy
is ourselves: I am yours, you are mine.
Tommy Olofsson, Sweden. (via queencersei)

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