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The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; which means that if the rest of us want to get close to God, we seek them out-not because of what we

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; which means that if the rest of us want to get close to God, we seek them out-not because of what we could possible offer them, as if we’re the spiritual first responders on the scene to save the day, but because we recognize how much they have to teach us about who God really is.’ -Quoted by Sarah Arthur, Author of The One Year Daily Grind.


Sarah Arthur,

The One Year Daily Grind

For the rest of history, for most of us, our bright promise will always fall short of being actualised; it will never earn us bountiful sums

For the rest of history, for most of us, our bright promise will always fall short of being actualised; it will never earn us bountiful sums of money or beget exemplary objects or organisations….

Most of us stand poised at the edge of brilliance, haunted by the knowledge of our proximity, yet still demonstrably on the wrong side of the line, our dealings with reality undermined by a range of minor yet critical psychological flaws a little too much optimism, an unprocessed rebelliousness, a fatal impatience or sentimentality. We are like an exquisite high-speed aircraft which for lack of a tiny part is left stranded beside the runway, rendered slower than a tractor or a bicycle.


Alain de Botton,

The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work

What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life–to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on

What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life–to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting


George Eliot,

Adam Bede

Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I’ll be happy for the rest of

Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I’ll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life.


Charlotte Eriksson,

Empty Roads amp; Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

Nevertheless, scientific method is not the same as the scientific spirit. The scientific spirit does not rest content with applying that which

Nevertheless, scientific method is not the same as the scientific spirit. The scientific spirit does not rest content with applying that which is already known, but is a restless spirit, ever pressing forward towards the regions of the unknown, and endeavouring to lay under contribution for the special purpose in hand the knowledge acquired in all portions of the wide field of exact science. Lastly, it acts as a check, as well as a stimulus, sifting the value of the evidence, and rejecting that which is worthless, and restraining too eager flights of the imagination and too hasty conclusions.


Archibald E. Garrod

If I’m still wistful about On the Road, I look on the rest of the Kerouac oeuvre–the poems, the poems!–in horror. Read Satori in Paris

If I’m still wistful about On the Road, I look on the rest of the Kerouac oeuvre–the poems, the poems!–in horror. Read Satori in Paris lately But if I had never read Jack Kerouac’s horrendous poems, I never would have had the guts to write horrendous poems myself. I never would have signed up for Mrs. Safford’s poetry class the spring of junior year, which led me to poetry readings, which introduced me to bad red wine, and after that it’s all just one big blurry condemned path to journalism and San Francisco.


Sarah Vowell,

Take the Cannoli