The moon is full and the lake lies still and lovely — this place is like heaven — and I am in love with life. — Margaret Mead, The Selected Letters of Margaret Mead (via requiemforthepast)

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Each morning, I breathe in the whole world again like it’s the very first time and remember that all the words we use about being alive are not the same as life itself. — First Time ©2014 Brian Andreas
Life is not a problem to be solved, nor a question to be answered. Life is a mystery to be experienced. — Alan Watts

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The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched. — .Henry David Thoreau
Around us, life bursts with miracles—a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops. If you live in awareness, it is easy to see miracles everywhere. Each human being is a multiplicity of miracles. Eyes that see thousands of colors, shapes, and forms; ears that hear a bee flying or a thunderclap; a brain that ponders a speck of dust as easily as the entire cosmos; a heart that beats in rhythm with the heartbeat of all beings. When we are tired and feel discouraged by life’s daily struggles, we may not notice these miracles, but they are always there. —  Thích Nhất Hạnh

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Life is too short to be in a hurry. — Henry David Thoreau
I believe in living a poetic life, an art full life. Everything we do is part of a large canvas upon which we are creating our own art. —  Maya Angelou
I think it’s true what they say: Life really is a journey-
and it’s not always easy to know which maps to trust or what to pack for the trip.
But whatever the weather, wherever the road leads, I think the best possible traveling advice would be this:
Bring a friend.
— Happy Birthday Anne!
You ask, “What is life?” That is the same as asking, “What is a carrot?” A carrot is a carrot and we know nothing more. —  Anton Chekhov