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Feb
11th
Sat
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Atlas Shrugged

When you know that in order to produce, you need to obtain permission from men who produce nothing,

 
When you see that money is flowing to those who deal not in goods but in favours;


When you see that men get rich more easily by graft rather than by work,


and your laws no longer protect you against them but protect them against you -


you know that your society is doomed.

- Ayn Rand.

Feb
10th
Fri
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Love is when you look into someone’s eyes and suddenly you go all the way inside their soul and you both know it.
— Unknown.
Feb
6th
Mon
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It’s not special to be special, it’s special to be ordinary.
— Shahrukh Khan
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The Art of Reflection ;-)
via Philipp Klinger Photography.

The Art of Reflection ;-)

via Philipp Klinger Photography.

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A dog, wretched, worn out, lame, deaf, without a tail, and covered with sores, overcome with hunger, and with a piece of broken pot tied round his neck, still runs after his mate. Love destroys even that which is already dead.
— Bhartrihari (450-510 CE). On Renunciation.
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The supreme accomplishment is to blur the line between work and play.
— Arnold Toynbee
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via Antonio

via Antonio

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via Helena

via Helena

Feb
2nd
Thu
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This is the only meditation I know.
While I eat, I eat.
While I walk, I walk.
And while I feel sleepy, I sleep.
Whatsoever happens, happens.
I never interfere.
— Bokuju
Jan
22nd
Sun
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The real never dies, the unreal never lived.
— Nisargadatta Maharaj
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I believe…

I believe in the Sun
even when it’s not shining

I believe in Love
even when I don’t feel it

I believe in God
even when He is silent.

— Written on a wall in Cologne, Germany
by a Jewish Prisoner
Jan
21st
Sat
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passion.

Jan
13th
Fri
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Nothing satisfies the man who is not satisfied with a little.
— Epicurus
Jan
9th
Mon
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She

whisperingdreamsdecay:

She is the one
who does not give
her heart out so easily,
the one who pushes
when you get too close.
The pages of her
book
are written in ink
that is invisible and
filled with too much
emotion.
In a crowded place
she can feel alone,
but safe in her
room with poetry wallpaper,
she is at ease.
You came along, though-
the loneliness does not
exist anymore - her words
now bleed with love.

(Source: Whisperingdreamsdecay, via whisperingdreams-decayed)