tonguekisses

open arms ;
open minds ;
open hearts .


some of us are born wanderers,
born free, untamed
& WILD AT HEART.


ASK

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It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool,
For love,
For your dream,
For the adventure of being alive.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer, The Invitation +

Sometimes I think that truth is a place. In my mind, it is like a city: there can be a hundred roads, a thousand paths, that will all take you, eventually, to the same place. It does not matter where you come from. If you walk toward the truth, you will reach it, whatever path you take.

Neil Gaiman, The Truth is a Cave in the Black Mountains +

But I am not always in what I call a state of grace. I have days of illuminations and fevers. I have days when the music in my head stops. Then I mend socks, prune trees, can fruits, polish furniture. But while I am doing this I feel I am not living.

Anais Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin: Volume 1 +

How does one become a butterfly?” she asked pensively.
“You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.

Trina Paulus, Hope for the Flowers +

Everything is magic until it becomes routine.


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When we hate a person, what we hate in his image is something inside ourselves. Whatever isn’t inside us can’t excite us.

Hermann Hesse +

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

Hunter S. Thompson +

The mind selects, enhances, and betrays; happenings fade from memory; people forget one another, and in the end, all that remains is the journey of the soul, those rare moments of spiritual revelation. What actually happens doesn’t matter, only the resulting scars and distinguishing marks.

Isabel Allende, Paula +

The thought is––don’t wait for things to change, the hour of man is now and, whether you are working at the bottom of the pile or on top, if you are a creative individual you will go on producing, come hell or high water. And this is the most you can hope to do. One has to go on believing in himself, whether recognized or not, whether heeded or not.

Henry Miller, Stand Still Like the Humming Bird +

You can measure the impeccability of your word by your level of self-love. How much you love yourself and how you feel about yourself are directly proportionate to the quality and integrity of your word. When you are impeccable with your word, you feel good; you feel happy and at peace.

Don Miguel Ruiz, The Four Agreements +
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