Her favourite smell in the whole world is honeysuckle, or coffee. Maybe chlorine. She never knows what she wants.
"What is the true Way?" Joshu asked Nansen. "Every way is the true Way." Nansen answered. Joshu asked, "Can I study it?" Nansen said, "The more you study, the further you get from the Way." Joshu asked, "If I don't study it, how can I know it?" Nansen answered, "The Way does not belong to things seen: nor to things unseen. It does not belong to things known: nor to things unknown. Do not seek it, study it, or name it. To find yourself on it, open yourself as wide as the sky."
There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it. ~Oscar Wilde
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. ~Mary Oliver (from Wild Geese)
“So I came down here, to breathe dust and walk with the dogs – to look at a rock or a cactus and know that I am the first person to see that cactus and that rock. And to try and read the letter inside me” ~ Douglas Coupland, Generation X.
For all at last return to the sea —- to Oceanus, the ocean river, like the ever-flowing stream of time, the beginning and the end. ~ Rachel Carson, The Sea Around Us.
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sun rise. ~ William Blake
This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapour ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on seas and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls. ~ John Muir
"Soon the child's clear eye is clouded over by ideas and opinions, preconceptions and abstractions. Simple free being becomes encrusted with the burdensome armor of the ego. Not until years later does an instinct come that a vital sense of mystery has been withdrawn. The sun glints through the pines, and the heart is pierced in a moment of beauty and strange pain, like a memory of paradise. After that day . . . we become seekers." ~ Peter Matthiessen