.. every step of
.. every step of the upward way is strewn with wreckage of body, mind, and morals. G. Stanley Hall
Wreckage
The true wisdom of
The true wisdom of the philosopher ought to insist in enjoying everything. Yet we apply ourselves to dissecting and destroying everything that is good in itself, that has virtue, albeit the virtue there is in mere illusions. Nature gives us this life like a toy to a weak child. We want to see how it … Read more
Opportunity can’t reward you
Opportunity can’t reward you with its many gifts if you fail to recognize it and act on it. What most people don’t seem to realize is that there is just as much money to be made from the wreckage of a civilization as from the upbuilding of one. Let the good times roll! Ernie J … Read more
This person had arrived,
This person had arrived, he had illuminated her, he had ensorcelled her with notions of miracle and beauty, he had both understood and misunderstood her, he had married her, he had broken her heart, he had looked upon her with those sad and hopeless eyes, he had accepted his banishment, and now he was gone. … Read more
This have I known
This have I known always: Love is no more than the wide blossom which the wind assails, than the great tide that treads the shifting shore, strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales; Pity me that the heart is slow to learn, that the swift mind beholds at every turn. Edna St. Vincent Millay
They are strewn with
They are strewn with the wreckage of dead Empires – past Powers – only the Albanian \”goes on for ever.\” Edith Durham
An Armageddon is approaching
An Armageddon is approaching at the beginning of the third millennium. But it is not the cosmic war and fiery collapse of mankind foretold in sacred scripture. It is the wreckage of the planet by an exuberantly plentiful and ingenious humanity. E. O. Wilson
The wreckage of stars
The wreckage of stars – I built a world from this wreckage. Friedrich Nietzsche
Another secret we carry
Another secret we carry is that though drab outside – wreckage to the eye, mirrors a mortification – inside we flame with a wild life that is almost incommunicable. Florida Scott-Maxwell
In mindful grief, we
In mindful grief, we become the landing strip that allows any feelings to arrive. Some crash, some land softly. Some harm us, but none harm us in a lasting way. We remain as they taxi away or as their wreckage is cleared away. We can trust that we will survive. David Richo