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If you don’t know the guy on the other side of the world, love him anyway because he’s just like you. He has the same dreams, the same hopes and fears. It’s one world…We’re all neighbors.


Thales of Miletus (c. 624 – 546 B.C.)

Fear is a bird that believes itself into extinction.

Jewel, A Knight without Armor

No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.

Aristotle (via shrine-of-perdition)

I have always thirsted for knowledge, I have always been full of questions.

The Angel of Liberty was born before the dawn of the first day, before even the awakening of intelligence, and God called him the Morning Star. O Lucifer! Voluntarily and disdainfully thou didst detach thyself from the heaven where the sun drowned thee in his splendour, to plow with thine own rays the unworked fields of night! Thou shiniest when the sun sets, and thy sparkling gaze precedes the daybreak! Thou fallest to rise again; thou tastest of death to understand life better! For the ancient glories of the world, thou art the evening star; for truth renascent, the lovely star of dawn. Liberty is not licence, for licence is tyranny. Liberty is the guardian of duty, because it reclaims right. Lucifer, for whom the dark ages have made the genius of evil, will be truly the angel of light when, having conquered liberty, at the price of infamy, he will make use of it to submit himself to eternal order, inaugurating thus the glories of voluntary obedience.

Eliphas Levi on Lucifer from The Key of the Mysteries (via shrine-of-perdition)

Do not ally yourself either in affection or interest with any one who is not an earnest student of the higher life, unless you can completely dominate him, and even then be sure that you either recompense or chastise him according to his deserts; for the profane person hears many truths, but understands none; his ears are large but have no discretion. The profane passes his life in giddy risks, deluded with vain desires, listening to imaginary promptings, and with his eyes fixed on fancied sights. You may think he is pleased with your aims, but the truth is that he is absorbed by his own follies; the profane has no appreciation of the truth, and feels no real affection. The profane is imprudent and shameless; he discloses things which should be kept concealed, and attracts to himself brute forces which may devour him. That which he most neglects is himself; he wears his vices as a blazon, but they are an ever−present burden to him, yet he does not recognise that they are a constant source of weakness. Make it a definite rule of life always to avoid:

– All men who show no courage, and all women who have not modesty.
– Those who do not maintain their friendships.
– Those who ask for advice, and then do not take it.
– Those who are never in the wrong.
– Those who are always seeking the impossible, and who are obstinately unjust to others.
– Those who, when danger is present, seek only their own safety.

All such persons are neither worthy of your confidence nor of your love. Fear contamination from them; avoid them. Yet even as you yourself must also avoid the follies of life, be careful not to put yourself in an attitude of superiority to the conditions of existence merely from a false pride, and never stoop to debase yourself to the level of the brute creation; rise above the common ways of life, and never become the slave of custom and conventionality. Treat the habits of ordinary life as others treat the weaknesses of childhood. Amuse the crowd to prevent personal injury, but never address it except in parables and enigmas; such has been the mode of conduct of all the great Masters of Magic, and in such an attitude there is wisdom.

Eliphas Levi (via shrine-of-perdition)


    the power to be MERCIFUL 

            comes with the power to be

                                         M E R C I L E S S.

               the two are never separate.

A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark except where exposed by the light.

Leonardo da Vinci
(via missvoodoodoll)

Oh, faithful who know of my truth; keep away of words not from me. Never reveal my true features, for this is true sin. You do not know what the others will do with this knowlege once it leaves you.

Unspecified sacred text, Apocrypha

I was born from the heavens so crack open my bones and galaxies will spill into your palms, for we are angels and our birthright is the stars.

Let us go forth with fear and courage and rage to save the world.

Grace Paley (via wordsnquotes)

Never trust a survivor,” my father used to warn me, “until you find out what he did to stay alive.

Kurt Vonnegut, Bluebeard (via koehig)

It is the responsibility of intellectuals to speak the truth and expose lies.

جان‎/jan/jān/jaan [jaan]

(noun) Jan/jaan is one of those specials words which lends itself across cultures and languages as a term of endearment and affection meaning, love, dear, heart, and life in East Asia. Arab/Persian: In Arabic, jan represents beloved one or dear. The Persian origins of this word mean life, equivalent to the Punjabi and Hindi definition. Calling a person your jaan, in comparison to the Arab and Persian culture, in South East Asian countries is an act of true love and intimiacy, and not used as liberally as the Persian connotation. Its true origins stem from Sanskrit. In Urdu you often refer to your lover and those your are close to as “meri jaan [meh-ree jaan],” also meaning my life, and my dear. It has a deeper emotional meaning than merely calling someone your love, or sweetheart; it is used in the essence of true love.  (via wordsnquotes)

Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them.

Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via chocolatefrogs)

I fantasize the night sky to be like a cosmic blue print of my life as I close my eyes and unbutton my heart…just in case anyone up there is listening.

Jennifer Elisabeth, Introduction to the Born Ready book (via quotes-shape-us)

Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them.

Unknown –
(via silentrepose)

The rage of the oppressed is never the same as the rage of the privileged.

bell hooks (via beanrot)

Beauty was your armor. Fragile stuff, all show. But what’s inside you? That’s steel. It’s brave and unbreakable. And it doesn’t need fixing.

Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising (via aryasnow)

” ‘And I asked them, ‘does not God alone bear the title of the prolific? To which The Prophet answered, ‘God acts only in existing beings, or in men’.” 

” ‘And in return, I spoke, ‘if you will but show me this void, then I would go, and in it, too, find what is infinite’”

~William Blake, A Marriage of Heaven and Hell

Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible.

T.E. Lawrence (via faerypotter)

Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.

I loved you
long before
I understood you.

Things I Never Got To Tell You, Part 53 (via venula)

Learn to say ‘no’ without explaining yourself.

(via gudda)

In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it.

Marya Hornbacher  (via bxdmoon)

Like a shadow,
I am and I am not.

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmi  (via petrichour)

“We wait around. To be called. To be named.”

“And then?”

“And then, like anything … . we belong.”

-He Waits, K. H Koehler

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