People that inspire me to create a beautiful life.
I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.
Just look at life with more playful eyes. Don’t be serious. Seriousness becomes like a blindness. Don’t pretend to be a thinker, a philosopher. Just simply be a human being. The whole world is showering its joy on you in so many ways, but you are too serious, you cannot open your heart.
Osho (via sadsapling)
Accustom yourself every morning to look for a moment at the sky and suddenly you will be aware of the air around you, the scent of morning freshness that is bestowed on you between sleep and labour… Pay it some heed and you will have for the rest of your day a remnant of satisfaction and a touch of coexistance with nature.
Herman Hesse
(via truffauts)
You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking… ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.”
Be Drunk by Charles Baudelaire, translated by Louis Simpson. (via shakespeareandwine)
(via lord-kitschener)
The flapper awoke from her lethargy of sub-deb-ism, bobbed her hair, put on her choicest pair of earrings and a great deal of audacity and went into battle. She flirted because it was fun to flirt and wore a one piece bathing suit because she had a good figure, she covered her face with powder and paint because she didn’t need it and she refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn’t boring. She was concious that the things she did were the things she had always wanted to do.
Zelda Fitzgerald
(Source: arcadiaego, via lord-kitschener)
Run my dear,
from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings.
Run like hell my dear,
from anyone likely to put a sharp knife Into the sacred,
tender vision of your beautiful heart.
from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings.
Run like hell my dear,
from anyone likely to put a sharp knife Into the sacred,
tender vision of your beautiful heart.
