Quotes n'at

Some are mine, some I heard in conversations, others I read somewhere:

--Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.

--I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company that you keep in the empty moments.

--The legs are willing, but the knees are weak.

--"Go to the edge" the voice said. "No, I will fall."
"Go to the edge" the voice said. "No, I will be pushed over."
"Go to the edge" the voice said. So he went, and he was pushed. And he flew...

-- You have to let it go, to keep the flow.

--Life is a tune. How will you dance to it?

--How can you be a beacon to others if your own light is out?

--The meek are getting ready.

--Walkin' on these streets alone
By myself and on my own
Seldom seen and quite unknown.
(Xmas evening)

--Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow mindedness. -Mark Twain

--Knowledge comes from learning. Wisdom comes from letting go of what you think you know.

--A meal of 1000 flavors begins with one ingredient.

I have studied many times

The marble which was chiseled for me—

A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.

In truth it pictures not my destination

But my life.

For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;

Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;

Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.

Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.

And now I know that we must lift the sail

And catch the winds of destiny

Wherever they drive the boat.

To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,

But life without meaning is the torture

Of restlessness and vague desire—

It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.

-- "IF" by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!