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Never miss a sunrise

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“How easily a life can become a litany of guilt

“How easily a life can become a litany of guilt and regret, a song that keeps echoing with the same chorus, with the inability to forgive ourselves. How easily the life we didn’t live becomes the only life we prize. How easily we are seduced by the fantasy that we are in control, that we were ever in control, that the things we could or should have done or said have the power, if only we had done or said them, to cure pain, to erase suffering, to vanish loss. How easily we can cling to—worship—the choices we think we could or should have made.” ~ Edith Eger, The Choice

“This is the practice. To continually break the

“This is the practice. To continually break the spell. To wake up, again and again.”

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Meander /mēˈandər/ verb 1. (of a river or road

Meander
/mēˈandər/
verb

1. (of a river or road) follow a winding course.

2. (of a person) wander at random.

3. (of a speaker or text) proceed aimlessly or with little purpose.

“Every day you play with the light of the univer

“Every day you play with the light of the universe.” ~ Pablo Neruda

“Well, that’s the beauty, isn’t it? You just

“Well, that’s the beauty, isn’t it? You just never know how it ends.”

“The best way of ensuring you don't miss them(th

“The best way of ensuring you don't miss them(the good things in store), these gifts, the trick that has helped me squint at the bleakness and see them more clearly, is to admit, with every breath, that you have no idea what you are looking at. To examine each object in the avalanche of Chaos with curiosity, with doubt.” ~ Lulu Miller

“I have finally concluded, maybe that's what lif

“I have finally concluded, maybe that's what life is about: there's a lot of despair, but also the odd moment of beauty, where time is no longer the same. It's as if those strains of music created a sort of interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to us, an always within never. Yes, that's it, an always within never.” ~ Muriel Barbery

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