GETTING BACK TO BASICS: DISCOVERY

Sunday, April 11, 2010

DISCOVERY

"The real voyage of discovery

is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes."
-Marcel Proust

4 comments:

JeanieApril 11, 2010 at 7:39 PM
There is for sure a lot to be discovered if we keep our eyes open and have an open mind.
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Jenn MApril 12, 2010 at 5:15 PM
So very true!
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UnrepentantApril 12, 2010 at 8:56 PM
Great insight! I have noticed that every time I re-visit a place, it always looks different, even it is the same. It is the eyes that change all the time.

It is harder, thought, to see the daily same-old with new eyes. That takes extra effort.
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ShenApril 13, 2010 at 4:14 PM
It is all about perception.

great quote
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My thoughts are my own, tucked away in the recesses of my mind. Sometimes I write them down for later viewing, only to ask myself, "What the hell was I thinking?"
-Marisa

I dwell in possibility...
-Emily Dickinson

If my button falls off
I sew it back on.

If I loose my button
I look for a matching one
to replace it.

If I can’t find a matching one,
I take off all the remaining ones
and sew new buttons on.
Anonymous

On wishes...

As you think, so you are. As you dream, so you become. As you create your wishes, so they create you.
-Wendy Garrett

Our deepest wishes are whispers of our authentic selves.
We must learn to respect them.
We must learn to listen.
-Sarah Ban Breathnach

If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets into the sea.
-Eric Bogle

Wish in one hand, shit in the other,
see which one gets full first.
-My Dad

On life...
We all can dance, when we find the music that we love.

The worst sin toward our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's the essence of inhumanity.
-George Bernard Shaw

"A little while and I will be gone from among you, whither I cannot tell. From nowhere we came, and into nowhere we go. What is life? It is as a flash of a firefly in the night. It is as the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is as the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." - Crowfoot, chief of the Blackfoot Indians (1890)