Only bad things happen quickly

One of the common fantasies entertained by those seeking change in their lives is that it can be rapidly achieved. Once we "know" what to do it appears we ought to be able simply to do it. That these sudden transformations are rare is a source of puzzlement to many.
When we think about the things that alter our lives in a moment, nearly all of them are bad: phone calls in the night, accidents, loss of jobs or loved ones, conversations with doctors bearing awful news. In fact, apart from a last-second touchdown, unexpected inheritance, winning the lottery, or a visitation from God, it is hard to imagine sudden good news. Virtually all the happiness-producing processes in our lives take time, usually a long time: learning new things, changing old behaviours, building satisfying relationships, raising children. This is why patience and determination are among life's primary virtues.

Excerpt from Too Soon Old, Too Late Smart.
This is the title of the book I'm reading by
Gordon Livingston and enjoying a bunch.
I highly recommend it.

Goethe's

All truly wise thoughts have been thought of thousands of times already; but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly, till they take root in our personal experience.

Maya Angelou's

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange sun rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

Apetece-me cantar

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
Me dio dos luceros, que cuando los abro
Perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco
Y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado
Y en las multitudes el hombre que yo amo
Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
Me ha dado el oi­do que en todo su ancho
Graba noche y di­a, grillos y canarios
Martillos, turbinas, ladridos, chubascos
Y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado
Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
Me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario
Con el las palabras que pienso y declaro
Madre, amigo, hermano, y luz alumbrando
La ruta del alma del que estoy amando

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
Me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados
Con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos
Playas y desiertos, montañas y llanos
Y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio
Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
Me dio el corazon que agita su marco
Cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano
Cuando miro al bueno tan lejos del malo
Cuando miro al fondo de tus ojos claros
Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
Me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto
Asi­ yo distingo dicha de quebranto
Los dos materiales que forman mi canto
Y el canto de ustedes que es el mismo canto
Y el canto de todos que es mi propio canto
Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto

Milky Way

I am surrounded by a million stars that sing to the night,
That glow with the radiance of unforgotten glory,
That hold together in an embrace of intimate knowing,
of intimate belonging,
Each one of this million separate and unique,
Each one the guardian and redeemer of all.
by Julie Redstone

Ralph Waldo Emerson's

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We but half express ourselves and are ashamed
of that divine idea which each of us represents.
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Have a nice expressive weekend, folks :)

Kahlil Gibran's

And in the sweetness

of friendship let there be

laughter and the sharing of pleasures.

For in the dew of little things the heart

finds its morning and is refreshed.

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A couple of words

Peace comes from feelings of satisfaction
when working with joy, living with hope,
loving with abandonment.
Arnold Hutschnecker

The real voyage of discovery consists not
in seeking new landscapes, but in having
new eyes.
Marcel Proust