Posts tagged Ireland
Et Cetera | Richard Riemerschmid
 
In the Countryside, 1895

In the Countryside, 1895

 
Excerpt | Solitude

The deeper the solitude the less the sense of loneliness, and the nearer our friends.

Muir, J. (1911 ) My First Summer in the Sierra

Atmospheres | Peder Severin Krøyer
 
Hip, Hip, Hurrah! 1888

Hip, Hip, Hurrah! 1888

 
Fundamentals | Martin Luther

You cannot keep birds from flying over your head but you can keep them from building a nest in your hair.

Excerpt | Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace

One grand boulevard with trees
with one grand cafe in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.

One not necessarily very beautiful
man or woman who loves you.

One fine day.

Excerpt | Secret Sorrow

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not;
and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Fundamentals | Strength

the strength i'm looking for isn't the type where you win or lose. i'm not after a wall that'll repel power coming from outside. what i want is the kind of strength to be able to absorb that kind of power, to stand up to it. the strength to quietly endure things - unfairness, misfortunes, sadness, mistakes, misunderstandings.

murakami, h. (2002) kafka on the shore

Excerpt | The Secret Of Happiness

'but before i go, i want to tell you a little story. “a certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. the lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.
rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. the wise man conversed with everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man’s attention. the wise man listened attentively to the boy’s explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn’t have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. he suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours.
“‘meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something,’ said the wise man, handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. as you wander around, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill.’ “the boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon.
after two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was. “‘well,’ asked the wise man, ‘did you see the persian tapestries that are hanging in my dining hall? did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create? did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?’ “the boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. his only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.
“‘then go back and observe the marvels of my world,’ said the wise man. ‘you cannot trust a man if you don’t know his house.’ “relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. he saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail everything he had seen.
“‘but where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?’ asked the wise man. “looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone. “‘well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you,’ said the wisest of wise men. ‘the secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.” 

coelho, p. (1993) the alchemist

Excerpt | Those who love much

, do much and accomplish much, and whatever is done with love is done well. love is the best and noblest thing in the human heart, especially when it is tested by life as gold is tested by fire.
happy is he who has loved much, and although he may have wavered and doubted, he has kept that divine spark alive and returned to what was in the beginning and ever shall be.
if only one keeps loving faithfully what is truly worth loving and does not squander one's love on trivial and insignificant and meaningless things then one will gradually obtain more light and grow stronger.

van gogh, v. and de leeuw, r. (1997) the letters of vincent van gogh

Fundamentals | Faith

there are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

shakespeare, w.

Excerpt | Do Nothing

"what do you like doing best in the world, pooh?"
"well," said pooh, "what I like best..." and then he had to stop and think. because although eating honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.
and then he thought that being with christopher robin was a very good thing to do,
and having piglet near was a very friendly thing to have; and so, when he had thought it all out, he said,
"what I like best in the whole world is me and piglet going to see you, and you saying 'what about a little something?' and me saying, 'well, I shouldn't mind a little something, should you, piglet,' and it being a hummy sort of day outside, and birds singing."
"i like that too," said christopher robin, "but what I like doing best is nothing.” 
"how do you do nothing?" asked pooh, after he had wondered for a long time.
"well, it's when people call out at you just as you're going off to do it, what are you going to do, christopher robin, and you say, oh, nothing, and then you go and do it.” 

milne, a.a. (1928) the house at pooh corner

Et Cetera | Cy Twombly
 
Untitled. 1969

Untitled. 1969

 
Excerpt | Van Gogh

Those who love much, do much and accomplish much, and whatever is done with love is done well. love is the best and noblest thing in the human heart, especially when it is tested by life as gold is tested by fire.
happy is he who has loved much, and although he may have wavered and doubted, he has kept that divine spark alive and returned to what was in the beginning and ever shall be.
if only one keeps loving faithfully what is truly worth loving and does not squander one's love on trivial and insignificant and meaningless things then one will gradually obtain more light and grow stronger.

van gogh, v. and de leeuw, r. (1997) the letters of vincent van gogh