This guy makes my ❤ skip a beat
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This guy makes my ❤ skip a beat
The Summer Day
Saturday, June 20, 1942
Writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me. Not only because I’ve never written anything before, but also because it seems to me that later on neither I nor anyone else will be interested in the musings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. I feel like writing, and I have an even greater need to get all kinds of things off my chest.
"Paper has more patience than people." I thought of this saying on one of those days when I was feeling a little depressed and was sitting at home with my chin in my hands, bored and listless, wondering whether to stay in or go out. I finally stayed where I was, brooding. Yes, paper does have more patience, and since I’m not planning to let anyone else read this stiff-backed notebook grandly referred to as a "diary," unless I should ever find a real friend, it probably won’t make a bit of difference.
Montaigne Quotes of the Day:
"In nine lifetimes, you’ll never know as much about your cat as your cat knows about you."
"There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent."
"To compose our character is our duty, not to compose books, and to win, not battles and provinces, but order and tranquility in our conduct. Our great and glorious masterpiece is to live appropriately. All other things, ruling, hoarding, building, are only little appendages and props, at most."
"A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears."
"Even on the highest throne in the world, we are still sitting on our ass."
"If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I."
"Off I go, rummaging about in books for sayings which please me."
"Do what you will, this world’s a fiction and is made up of contradiction."
Happy belated birthday Walt Whitman, May 31
A friend of [Charles] Lindbergh’s had introduced him to the island of Maui. Lindbergh thought it was one of the most beautiful places he had ever seen. “There is nothing quite comparable when you think of waterfalls, natural swimming pools, and the ocean beyond,” he said. This friend later offered to sell him several acres of forest, cliffs and seashore, all quite remote and inaccessible — and Lindbergh accepted at once. Charles and his wife Anne Morrow built a simple home — a place where they could get back to the fundamentals of living and the closeness to nature and wildness. In the beginning they spent about six to eight weeks a year in their Maui home. As time went on they visited more often and for longer periods of time. According to Leonard Mosely it was both a haven and nest, and they had never felt safer or closer to each other than when they were there together.
all that matters / DH Lawrence
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We pray today, O God, for our friends, the animals, especially for animals who are suffering; for animals that are over-worked, under-fed, and cruelly treated; for all wistful creatures in captivity that beat their wings against bars; for any that are lost or deserted or hungry; for all that must be put to death. We pray for them all; and for those who deal with them, we hope for a heart of compassion, gentle hands, and kindly words. We would be true friends to animals.
Love is real, real is love
"And a sword will pierce through your own soul also, so that thoughts from many hearts may be revealed."
Not only do I believe less is more, but to me, less actually FEELS like more. The smaller my living space, the greater freedom I feel beyond it, the less I think of money, the less I feel I need it (beyond the basics; poverty isn’t romantic). Last year I was earning more money than I am now, and yet I was more stressed about money.
It’s pretty liberating to realize that you don’t actually like money. I know I need it to an extent, but I don’t like it. I’m happiest far, far away from money. It makes no impression on me. Being surrounded by people who flaunt their money, and build their ambitions upon the desire for it, make me feel impoverished inside. Even people who aren’t rich, but drive their decisions purely by financial worries make me feel strangled. I know these are things we all have to think about. They can’t be ignored. But why soak in it, why roll around in it and cover yourself with it? Worrying about it is a form of worshiping it.
D.H. Lawrence called money the great bitch-goddess. That’s the thing, you lament this money-obsessed reality, you wish things were different, but it’s also naive to despise it. You won’t get anywhere that way.
Really, I know nothing. Many of my dreams require money. But only the ideal versions of those dreams. And even then, it’s not luxury I’m after. There’s nothing worse than luxury. The money is needed for ownership… land is what requires money. What gets me is that birdsong and sky are free, and yet they’re not free. Here’s the distinction: Birdsong out the window first thing in the morning is the premium. But if we’re willing to get up and go outside and find it, then we can hear it for free. A small sacrifice, and I guess in the end, not a sacrifice at all, because we get to be the kind of humans who pursue birdsong in the morning instead of money. And then we really get to listen to the song.
The Incredulity of Thomas, by Carravaggio
"According to St John’s Gospel, Thomas the Apostle missed one of Jesus’s appearances to the Apostles after His resurrection, and said ‘Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe it.’ A week later Jesus appeared and told Thomas to touch Him and stop doubting. Then Jesus said, ‘Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.’"