My path is the path of stopping, the path of enjoying the present moment. It is a path where every step brings me back to my true home. It is a path that leads nowhere. I am on my way home. I arrive at every step.
Thich Nhat Hanh (via purplebuddhaproject)
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Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.
Victor Hugo, Ninety Three (via wordsnquotes)
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And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore  (via elige)

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There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying.
Sarah Dessen, Just Listen (via wordsnquotes)
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Morning Glory


Morning Glory

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Close your mouth, block off your senses, blunt your sharpness, untie your knots, soften your glare, settle your dust.
Lao Tzu (via thecalminside)
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First of all, you need to know that an emotion is only that—an emotion—even though it may be a big, strong one. You are so much bigger, so much more than this emotion.
Thich Nhat Hanh (via thecalminside)
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The Summer, Poppy Field Claude Monet

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