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  • #1
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “I said: what about my eyes?
    He said: Keep them on the road.

    I said: What about my passion?
    He said: Keep it burning.

    I said: What about my heart?
    He said: Tell me what you hold inside it?

    I said: Pain and sorrow.
    He said: Stay with it. The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
    Rumi

  • #2
    Charles Bukowski
    “love breaks my
    bones and I
    laugh”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #3
    علي بن أبي طالب
    “Be like the flower that gives its fragrance to even the hand that crushes it.”
    Imam Ali

  • #4
    Mary Oliver
    “If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.”
    Mary Oliver, Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver

  • #5
    Mary Oliver
    “Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers.”
    Mary Oliver, Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver

  • #6
    Mary Oliver
    “Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.”
    Mary Oliver, Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver

  • #7
    Mary Oliver
    “Let me keep company always with those who say “Look!” and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.”
    Mary Oliver, Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver

  • #8
    Kahlil Gibran
    “Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”
    Kahlil Gibran

  • #9
    Loren Eiseley
    “If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.”
    Loren Eiseley, The Immense Journey

  • #10
    Oscar Wilde
    “Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death's house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost

  • #11
    George MacDonald
    “To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved.”
    George MacDonald

  • #12
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
    Rumi

  • #13
    James Baldwin
    “People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state on innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.”
    James Baldwin

  • #14
    Edward W. Said
    “No one today is purely one thing. Labels like Indian, or woman, or Muslim, or American are not more than starting-points, which if followed into actual experience for only a moment are quickly left behind. Imperialism consolidated the mixture of cultures and identities on a global scale. But its worst and most paradoxical gift was to allow people to believe that they were only, mainly, exclusively, white, or Black, or Western, or Oriental. Yet just as human beings make their own history, they also make their cultures and ethnic identities. No one can deny the persisting continuities of long traditions, sustained habitations, national languages, and cultural geographies, but there seems no reason except fear and prejudice to keep insisting on their separation and distinctiveness, as if that was all human life was about. Survival in fact is about the connections between things; in Eliot’s phrase, reality cannot be deprived of the “other echoes [that] inhabit the garden.” It is more rewarding - and more difficult - to think concretely and sympathetically, contrapuntally, about others than only about “us.” But this also means not trying to rule others, not trying to classify them or put them in hierarchies, above all, not constantly reiterating how “our” culture or country is number one (or not number one, for that matter).”
    Edward W. Said, Culture and Imperialism

  • #15
    “I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”
    Rebecca Martin

  • #16
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “America is the wealthiest nation on Earth, but its people are mainly poor, and poor Americans are urged to hate themselves. To quote the American humorist Kin Hubbard, 'It ain’t no disgrace to be poor, but it might as well be.' It is in fact a crime for an American to be poor, even though America is a nation of poor. Every other nation has folk traditions of men who were poor but extremely wise and virtuous, and therefore more estimable than anyone with power and gold. No such tales are told by the American poor. They mock themselves and glorify their betters. The meanest eating or drinking establishment, owned by a man who is himself poor, is very likely to have a sign on its wall asking this cruel question: 'if you’re so smart, why ain’t you rich?' There will also be an American flag no larger than a child’s hand – glued to a lollipop stick and flying from the cash register.

    America is the wealthiest nation on Earth, but its people are mainly poor, and poor
    Americans are urged to hate themselves To quote the American humorist Kin Hubbard,
    'It ain't no disgrace to be poor, but might as well be.' It is in fact a crime for an American
    to be poor, even though America is a nation of poor. Every other nation has folk
    traditions of men who were poor but extremely wise and virtuous, and therefore more
    estimable than anyone with power and gold. No such tales are told by the American
    poor. They mock themselves and glorify their betters. The meanest eating or drinking
    establishment, owned by a man who is himself poor, is very likely to have a sign on its
    wall asking this cruel question: 'If you're so smart, why ain't You rich? ' There will also
    be an American flag no larger than a child's hand-glued to a lollipop stick and, flying
    from the cash register.

    Americans, like human beings everywhere, believe many things that are obviously
    untrue, the monograph went on. Their most destructive untruth is that it is very easy for
    any American to make money. They will not acknowledge how in fact hard money is to
    come by, and, therefore, those who have no money blame and blame and blame
    themselves. This inward blame has been a treasure for the rich and powerful, who have
    had to do less for their poor, publicly and privately, than any other ruling class since, say,
    Napoleonic times.
    Many novelties have come from America. The most startling of these, a thing without
    precedent, is a mass of undignified poor. They do not love one another because they do
    not love themselves. Once this is understood the disagreeable behavior of American
    enlisted men in German prisons ceases to be a mystery.

    Every other army in history, prosperous or not, has attempted to
    clothe even its lowliest soldiers so as to make them impressive to themselves and others
    as stylish experts in drinking and copulation and looting and sudden death. The American
    Army, however, sends its enlisted men out to fight and die in a modified business suit
    quite evidently made for another man, a sterilized but unpressed gift from a nose-holding
    charity which passes out clothing to drunks in the slums.
    When a dashingly-clad officer addresses such a frumpishly dressed bum, he scolds
    him, as an officer in an army must. But the officer's contempt is not, as in 'other armies,
    avuncular theatricality. It is a genuine expression of hatred for the poor, who have no one
    to blame for their misery but themselves.
    A prison administrator dealing with captured American enlisted men for the first time
    should be warned: Expect no brotherly love, even between brothers. There will be no
    cohesion between the individuals. Each will be a sulky child who often wishes he were
    dead.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

  • #17
    Audre Lorde
    “I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my noseholes--everywhere. Until it's every breath I breathe. I'm going to go out like a fucking meteor!”
    Audre Lorde

  • #18
    Robin Wall Kimmerer
    “The land knows you, even when you are lost.”
    Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants

  • #19
    Robin Wall Kimmerer
    “This is really why I made my daughters learn to garden—so they would always have a mother to love them, long after I am gone.”
    Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants

  • #20
    Robin Wall Kimmerer
    “Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift.”
    Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants

  • #21
    Robin Wall Kimmerer
    “To be native to a place we must learn to speak its language.”
    Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants

  • #22
    Robin Wall Kimmerer
    “When a language dies, so much more than words are lost. Language is the dwelling place of ideas that do not exist anywhere else. It is a prism through which to see the world. Tom says that even words as basic as numbers are imbued with layers of meaning. The numbers we use to count plants in the sweetgrass meadow also recall the Creation Story. Én:ska—one. This word invokes the fall of Skywoman from the world above. All alone, én:ska, she fell toward the earth. But she was not alone, for in her womb a second life was growing. Tékeni—there were two. Skywoman gave birth to a daughter, who bore twin sons and so then there were three—áhsen. Every time the Haudenosaunee count to three in their own language, they reaffirm their bond to Creation.”
    Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants

  • #23
    Robin Wall Kimmerer
    “Paying attention is a form of reciprocity with the living world, receiving the gifts with open eyes and open heart.”
    Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants

  • #24
    Robin Wall Kimmerer
    “The trees act not as individuals, but somehow as a collective. Exactly how they do this, we don’t yet know. But what we see is the power of unity. What happens to one happens to us all. We can starve together or feast together.”
    Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants

  • #25
    Robin Wall Kimmerer
    “For all of us, becoming indigenous to a place means living as if your children’s future mattered, to take care of the land as if our lives, both material and spiritual, depended on it.”
    Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants

  • #26
    Robin Wall Kimmerer
    “Weep! Weep!” calls a toad from the water’s edge. And I do. If grief can be a doorway to love, then let us all weep for the world we are breaking apart so we can love it back to wholeness again.”
    Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants

  • #27
    Robin Wall Kimmerer
    “until we can grieve for our planet we cannot love it—grieving is a sign of spiritual health. But it is not enough to weep for our lost landscapes; we have to put our hands in the earth to make ourselves whole again. Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift.”
    Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants

  • #28
    Edward Abbey
    “There is beauty, heartbreaking beauty, everywhere.”
    Edward Abbey

  • #29
    Walt Whitman
    “All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
    And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.”
    walt whitman

  • #30
    George Eliot
    “We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass, the same hips and haws on the autumn hedgerows, the same redbreasts that we used to call ‘God’s birds’ because they did no harm to the precious crops. What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?”
    George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss



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