"If the wolves come out of the walls, it's all over.”
~Neil Gaiman
Monday, March 5, 2012
Lives are snowflakes
“Lives are snowflakes - forming patterns we have seen before, as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really looked at them? There's not a chance you'd mistake one for another, after a minute's close in”
~Neil Gaiman
~Neil Gaiman
All we have to believe
All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.”
~Neil Gaiman
~Neil Gaiman
We all
“We all not only could know everything. We do. We just tell ourselves we don't to make it all bearable.”
~Neil Gaiman
~Neil Gaiman
But he did not
“But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do. They only see the prize. Their hearts desire, their dream....But the price of getting what you want is getting what you once wanted.”
~Neil Gaiman
~Neil Gaiman
Firstly
“Firstly, there is no such person as Death. Second, Death's this tall guy with a bone face, like a skeletal monk, with a scythe and an hourglass and a big white horse and a penchant for playing chess with Scandinavians. Third, he doesn't exist either.”
~Neil Gaiman
~Neil Gaiman
He had noticed
“He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.”
~Neil Gaiman
~Neil Gaiman
God does not play dice
“God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of the players, (ie everybody), to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.”
~Neil Gaiman
~Neil Gaiman
I've been making a list
“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”
~Neil Gaiman
~Neil Gaiman
Have you ever been in love?
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
~Neil Gaiman
~Neil Gaiman
Monday, January 30, 2012
It is the heart
It is the heart that makes a man rich. He is rich according to what he is, not according to what he has.
- Henry Ward Beecher
- Henry Ward Beecher
Monday, January 2, 2012
In the stillness
In the stillness of night, the Goddess whispers. In the brightness of the day, dear God roars. Life pulses, mind imagines, emotions wave, thoughts wander. What are all these but the endless movements of One Taste, forever at play with its own gestures, whispering quietly to all who would listen: is this not you yourself? When the thunder roars, do you not hear your Self? When the lightning cracks, do you not see your Self? When clouds float quietly across the sky, is this not your very own limitless Being, waving back at you?
--Ken Wilber
--Ken Wilber
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