Computers are like Old Testament gods; lots of rules and no mercy.
Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain. Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls. Is the system going to flatten you out and deny you your humanity, or are you going to be able to make use of the system to the attainment of human purposes?
I don’t believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive.
I think the person who takes a job in order to live – that is to say, for the money – has turned himself into a slave.
Your life is the fruit of your own doing. You have no one to blame but yourself.
When we quit thinking primarily about ourselves and our own self-preservation, we undergo a truly heroic transformation of consciousness.
What each must seek in his life never was on land or sea. It is something out of his own unique potentiality for experience, something that never has been and never could have been experienced by anyone else.
When people get married because they think it’s a long-time love affair, they’ll be divorced very soon, because all love affairs end in disappointment.
Marriage is a recognition of a spiritual identity. When you make the sacrifice in marriage, you’re sacrificing not to each other but to unity in a relationship.
Life is without meaning. You bring the meaning to it. The meaning of life is whatever you ascribe it to be. Being alive is the meaning. The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are. Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy.
Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.
–Joseph John Campbell (March 26, 1904 – October 30, 1987) was an American mythologist, writer and lecturer, best known for his work in comparative mythology and comparative religion.
Taken From: http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2010/10/16/character-of-the-week-joseph-campbell/
4154.) I want to be the fun girl. The girl who walks in the room and everyone knows who she is. The girl who is quiet and seductive but loud and fun. The girl who guys love to crawl over and talk to because she’s without out a doubt, different from everyone else. The girl who other girls look at think “She’s a badass and I love her.” But I know in order to be that girl; I have to be skinny and beautiful. And I know for a fact, that I am not.
Via Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mineDon’t tell your problems to people: eighty percent don’t care; and the other twenty percent are glad you have them.
– Lou Holtz (via herecomesjohnny) (via daspop) (via walkingonbrokendreams) (via katelizabeth) (via darkest-black) (via mayhemonabookshelf) (via poisonedwings) Via Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mineJust because I’m quiet, doesn’t mean I don’t have a lot to say. Just because I appear happy, doesn’t mean everything is okay. Just because I forgive, doesn’t mean I forget. Just because I don’t listen to your problems, doesn’t mean I don’t care. Just because I’m gullible, doesn’t mean I can be cheated. Just because I’m stubborn, doesn’t mean I’m not easy going. Just because I don’t study, doesn’t mean I’m stupid. Just because I don’t show my feelings, doesn’t mean I don’t have any. Just because I’m honest, doesn’t mean I’m outspoken. Just because I’m not like you, doesn’t mean I’m weird. Just because I’m unsure, doesn’t mean I’m afraid. Just because I don’t love you, doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings for you.
– (via thebuttonjar, raindropsonredroses) (via poisonedwings) Via Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mineAbout Me
Hi, this is Queen of Hearts here.I'm 20. I'm mad.
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on, "And how do you know that you're mad?"
"To begin with," said the Cat, "a dog's not mad. You grant that?"
"I suppose so," said Alice.
"Well, then," the Cat went on, "you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad."
And you are too. =)
