Sometimes In Life, We Need A Few Bad Days In Order To Keep The Good Ones In Perspective.

As with men, it has always seemed to me that books have their own peculiar destinies. They go towards the people who are waiting for them and reach them at the right moment. They are made of living material and continue to cast light through the darkness long after the death of their authors

Miguel Serrano, C.G. Jung and Hermann Hesse: A Book of Two Friendships

Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.

Marie Curie

people go but how they left always stays

Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

Pleasure is a freedom song, But it is not freedom. It is the blossoming of your desires, But it is not their fruit

Khalil gibran

While perusing the bookstore the other day I wasn’t sure what I would take home…but then I set my eyes on this beauty. I’ve been meaning to read this ever since I finished the wonderful Siddhartha last year, and this cover was too good to pass up! Have you guys read any Herman Hesse? What did you think? 🐺🐺

I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.

Nekson Mandela

It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing. He was more certain of it than of anything in the world. He had been told by his parents and grandparents that he must fall in love and really know a person before becoming committed. But maybe people who felt that way had never learned the universal language. Because, when you know that language, it's easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it's in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one's dreams would have no meaning.

Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist