

“I have had to experience so much stupidity, so many vices, so much error, so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew. I had to experience despair, I had to sink to the greatest mental depths, to thoughts of suicide, in order to experience grace.”
― Siddhartha
― Siddhartha
“Come, let's scatter roses and pour wine in the glass...
We'll shatter heaven's roof and lay a new foundation,
If sorrow raises armies to shed the blood of lovers...
I'll join with the wine bearer so we can overthrow them,
With a sweet string at hand, play a sweet song, my friend,
So we can clap and sing a song and lose our heads in dancing.”
―
We'll shatter heaven's roof and lay a new foundation,
If sorrow raises armies to shed the blood of lovers...
I'll join with the wine bearer so we can overthrow them,
With a sweet string at hand, play a sweet song, my friend,
So we can clap and sing a song and lose our heads in dancing.”
―

“If
"If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,--
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,--
Yet they'd all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.”
―
"If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,--
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,--
Yet they'd all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.”
―

“Life is grace. Sleep is forgiveness. The night absolves. Darkness wipes the slate clean, not spotless to be sure, but clean enough for another day's chalking.”
― The Alphabet of Grace
― The Alphabet of Grace

“Life makes fools of all of us sooner or later. But keep your sense of humor and you'll at least be able to take your humiliations with some measure of grace. In the end, you know, its our own expectations that crush us.”
― Skippy Dies
― Skippy Dies
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