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July 2011

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Jerry Brito: Top ten myths about introverts → jerrybrito.org

jerrybrito:

Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.

Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.
Shyness has nothing to…

Jul 30, 201149,797 notes
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“We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.” —Ray Bradbury (via girlwithoutwings)
Jul 30, 20111,475 notes
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Jul 27, 201141 notes
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It seemed that in the coming storm all the dearest things must be destroyed. All private happiness, all loving, all creative work in art, science, and philosophy, all intellectual scrutiny and speculative imagination, and all creative social building; all, indeed, that man should normally live for, seemed folly and mockery and mere self-indulgence in the presence of public calamity. But if we failed to preserve them, when would they live again?

How to face such an age? How to muster courage, being capable only of homely virtues? How to do this, yet preserve the mind’s integrity, never to let the struggle destroy in one’s own heart what one tried to serve in the world, the spirit’s integrity?

Two lights for guidance. The first, our little glowing atom of community, with all that it signifies. The second, the cold light of the stars, symbol of the hypercosmical reality, with its crystal ecstasy. Strange that in this light, in which even the dearest love is frostily assessed, and even the possible defeat of our half-waking world is contemplated without remission of praise, the human crisis does not lose but gains significance. Strange that it seems more, not less, urgent to play some part in this struggle, this brief effort of animalcules striving to win for their race some increase of lucidity before the ultimate darkness.

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—Star Maker, by William Olaf Stapledon, published in 1937
Jul 26, 2011
“The world is wide, and I will not waste my life in friction when it could be turned into momentum.” —Frances E. Willard
Jul 26, 20111 note

We cannot know in advance,
How our words will be received,
And the compassion is achieved,
Like grace, by benevolent chance.

F.I.Tyutchev

Нам не дано предугадать,
Как слово наше отзовется,
И нам сочувствие дается,
Как нам дается благодать.

Ф.И.Тютчев

Jul 21, 20111 note
Jul 21, 20115,644 notes

Verses
are the instant music.
Just add your heart.

Jul 20, 2011
Jul 16, 20118 notes
“But we have ways within each other
that will never be said by anyone.”
—Rumi (via leda-swanson)
Jul 16, 201115 notes
“ “There should be only one repository of art in the world, to which the artist would donate his works to take what he would need.” ” —Ludwig van Beethoven, German composer and pianist (1770-1827) in a postscript to financial negotiations (1801), Briefe Beethovens, J. G. Cotta, 1865, cited and translated by Daniel Mietchen (via amiquote)
Jul 15, 201111 notes
Lapidarium notes: The Pursuit of Happiness. People who take part in their communities... → aminotes.tumblr.com

aminotes:

The Pursuit of Happiness. People who take part in their communities and governments are happier than those who don’t


“Today, economics, with its misapprehension that human beings are cost/benefit calculating machines, has come to dominate our politics and our lives. We’re left with an…

Jul 15, 201123 notes
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“There are those who moan, oh, Shakespeare wouldn’t have written all those wonderful plays for us to ‘modern update’ if he’d had Angry Birds and Darklady.com. Is it so terrible, here in the 21st century? A sonnet is perfect Tumblr-length, and given the persistent debates over the authorship of his work, the bard would have benefited from modern, cutting-edge identity theft protection. The old masters didn’t even have freaking penicillin. I think Nietzsche would have endured non-BCC’d e-mail dispatches in exchange for pills to de-spongify his syphilitic brain, and we can all agree Virginia Woolf could’ve used a scrip for serotonin reuptake inhibitors. I digress. The Internet is not to blame for your unfinished novel: you are. People write novels in prison, for chrissakes.” —Colson Whitehead, “Better Than Renting Out A Windowless Room: The Blessed Distraction of Technology.” (via marathonpacks)
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