10 Of My Favorite Quotes
I often look to the advice and wisdom of those that have gone before me (and who are much more eloquent than I am!). After highlighting, dog earing, and post it noting a wide selection of my library (and sometimes searching frantically for the perfect quote to use), I figured collecting these quotes in one place would be much easier! So a few years ago, I started consolidating my favorite quotes into one list and have been adding to it on a regular basis. I often refer to it to look for inspiration, to remind myself of the path I deemed to be the right one, and sometimes just to giggle.
Below is just a small sampling of the quotes I have collected. Do you collect your favorite quotes? Please, share some of them with us! Just comment on this post with a quote that moves you, I would love to hear it!
- “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”
–Unknown - “Step off the road and vanish behind a curtain of old growth fir: In that instant you will have traveled back a century, when all you needed to survive was what you carried on your back. The weight of all that madding urban ambition and enterprise falls away like armor, and your heart leaps up to meet the mountains. Walking, your life slows down, and all your senses flower and open.”
–Sid Marty - “Everyone tells you what to do and what’s good for you. They don’t want you to find your own answers. They want you to believe theirs.”
—From the movie Peaceful Warrior, and a book of the same name by Dan Millman - Think of the ripple effect that can be created when we nourish someone. One kind empathetic word has a wonderful way of turning into many.”
—Mister Rogers - There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war-mad on a stricken field and refusing quarter; and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf cry, straining after the food that was alive and that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight. He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of time. He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew, and that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars and over the face of dead matter that did not move.”
–From The Call of the Wild by Jack London - “All reality is a projection of what state of consciousness you are in”
–Deepak Chopra - “People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest anyway.
What you spend years building, someone may destroy overnight;
Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may not be enough;
Give the world the best you’ve got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis, it is all between you and God; It was never between you and them anyway.”
–Mother Teresa of Calcutta - “Rubber Duckie, you’re the one!“
–Ernie from Sesame Street - “A work of art is abundant, spills out, gets drunk, sits up with you all night and forgets to close the curtains, dries your tears, is your friend, offers you a disguise, a difference, a pose. Cut and cut it through and there is still a diamond at the core. Skim the top and it is rich. The inexhaustible energy of art is transfusion for a worn-out world.”
–From Art Objects by Jeaneatte Winterson - “I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.”
–The last stanza of Eating Poetry by Mark Strand (click here for a link to the full poem)
