Acceptance is an act of the heart, not the mind. – Sahaj Marg

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. ― Leonard Cohen

It starts with this: put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn’t in the middle of the room. Life isn’t a support system for art. It’s the other way around. — Stephen King

Under all circumstances you should keep cool so that the rays of other disturbed minds may not affect you, but on the contrary your rays may cool them down. – SAWAN SINGH JI MAHARAJ

There is this deep-seated fear that when you give you are selling yourself. I would’ve thought that when you are receiving you are selling yourself. Isn’t it? It is receiving which makes us obliged to the giver. How can giving make you obliged? – Sahaj Marg Book

A rose by any other names has the same number of thorns. – Sahaj Marg Book

You may be a sinner but I ain’t had the opportunity yet. – Brokeback Mountain

I fell in love with him like you fall asleep. Slowly at first then all at once. – Hazel (The Fault in Our Stars)

“Life is selection,” wrote Ralph Waldo Emerson. “The work of the gardener is simply to destroy this weed, or that shrub, or that tree, & leave this other to grow.”

But which weed? Which shrub? Which tree?

Exactly. That’s the art.

– Austin Kleon

“There are so many people we could become, and we leave such a trail of bodies through our teens and twenties that it’s hard to tell which one is us. How many versions do we abandon over the years?” -Dan Chaon

“I no longer believe that we can keep silent. We never really do, mind you. In one way or another we articulate what has happened to us through the kind of people we become.” -Azar Nafisi

To feel is to let life’s experiences touch you. Apathy is denying those moments.

Poetry is not a privilege.

“When the student is ready the teacher will appear.” — Mabel Collins

A little learning is a dangerous thing;

Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:

There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,

And drinking largely sobers us again.

Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by carelessness.

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