Archive for the ‘pink’ Category

November 24th

November 24, 2011

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, they belong not to you. You may give them your love, but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday. --Kahlil Gibran

 

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November 18th

November 18, 2011

"My legacy - What will it be? Flowers in spring. The cuckoo in summer. And the crimson maples of autumn."
- Ryokan

November 3rd

November 3, 2011
Teaism is a cult founded on the adoration of the beautiful among the sordid facts of everyday existence. It is essentially a worship of the Imperfect, as it is a tender attempt to accomplish something possible in this impossible thing we know as life. Okukura.

Teaism is a cult founded on the adoration of the beautiful among the sordid facts of everyday existence. It is essentially a worship of the Imperfect, as it is a tender attempt to accomplish something possible in this impossible thing we know as life. Okukura.

23rd October

October 23, 2011
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. Rabindranath Tagore.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. Rabindranath Tagore.

22 October

October 22, 2011
You don't even have to understand the desert- all you have to do is contemplate a simple grain of sand, and you will see in it all the marvels of creation. Paul Coelho-The Alchemist

You don't even have to understand the desert- all you have to do is contemplate a simple grain of sand, and you will see in it all the marvels of creation. Paul Coelho-The Alchemist


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