I’m an avid reader. And I love profound knowledge.
Here are some quotes that I’ve decided to save.
I don’t remember where they all came from, but I’m sure you can google it.
Wood which does not bend will break.
Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.
Don’t close doors unless they let the cold in.
If it has been done, then it is possible.
Life’s too short to be chasing ghosts.
Forget the blame. Focus instead on solving the problem.
The more a tree gets laden with fruits, the more it bends.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
Stop letting people who do so little for you, control so much of your mind, feelings and emotions.
Don’t be afraid of being outnumbered. Eagles fly alone, pigeons flock together.
Don’t worry about those who talk behind your back. They’re behind you for a reason.
No one ever injured their eyesight by looking on the bright side.
We are all a little broken. But the last time I checked, broken crayons still colour the same.
No amount of security is worth the suffering of a mediocre life chained to a routine that has killed your dreams.
The most dangerous person is the one who listens, thinks and observes.
Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.
If you’re going through hell, keep going.
A wounded lion is still more fierce than healthy sheep.
You can lie down for people to walk on you and they will still complain that you’re not flat enough. Live your life.
Being deeply loved gives you strength. Loving deeply gives you courage.
There is only one way to avoid criticism: do nothing, say nothing, and be nothing.
If you are tired, learn to rest. Not quit.
If it feels good, do it.
If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, and yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Blessed is the lover who loves me in my darkness and becomes the agent of my rebirth; a thousand times I die for you to rise again each time as Vice is alchemically transmuted into Virtue. Set my heart ablaze and let this render to ash all that does not truly serve Love!