The spring sea rising and falling, rising and falling all day.
You must find your dream, then the way becomes easy.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
The true profession of a man is to find his way to himself.
To hold our tongues when everyone is gossiping, to smile without hostility at people and institutions, to compensate for the shortage of love in the world with more love in small, private matters; to be more faithful in our work, to show greater patience, to forgo the cheap revenge obtainable from mockery and criticism: all these are things we can do.
I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I'm beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn't pleasant, it's not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.
Om is the bow, the arrow is soul.
I’ll always defend the people I love even though I’m as terrifying as a baby penguin.
Which is to say that culture is not a reflex of political economy, but that society is now a reflex of key shifts in music theory and practice. . . . [Sampladelia is] the sound made by those early-twentieth-century discoveries in particle physics and relativiity theory, the projection of the minds of Einstein, Heisenbery, and Bohr, their fateful explorations of liquid time, curving space, uncertainty fields and relativity theorems, into densely configured and fully ambivalent android music tracks
I try to be mindful in my daily life, trying to stay more present and have more intention. It keeps me calm, and I feel less whipped about by my emotions.
You have to plan a lot and you have to be really smart about how you're spending your money.