Looking Back on the Days Gone By | Gratitude
“The years go by. The time, it does fly. Every single second is a moment in time that passes. And it seems like nothing – but when you’re looking back … well, it amounts to everything.” ~ Ray Bradbury
“The years go by. The time, it does fly. Every single second is a moment in time that passes. And it seems like nothing – but when you’re looking back … well, it amounts to everything.” ~ Ray Bradbury
“The spring wakes us, nurtures us, and revitalises us. How often does your spring come? If you are a prisoner of the calendar, it comes once a year. If you are creating authentic power, it comes frequently, or very frequently.” —Gary Zukav, spiritual mentor and author
“My life is better with every year of living it.” ~ Rachel Maddo “Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest.” ~ Larry Lorenzoni
“Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.” Bill Watterson
“When a woman decides to cut off all her hair, she discovers something underneath that is liberating. It can be therapeutic because you let go of the idea that you need these superficial extras to feel beautiful.” – Emon Fowler It wasn’t a passing whim or a fleeting fancy I caught on to, when I chose to shave off my head on 11 October, this month.
“The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaieties, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Earth” without “Art” is just “eh”. – Demetri Martin
Shukr (Arabic: شكر ), an Arabic term denoting thankfulness, gratitude. “It’s not joy that makes us grateful, it’s gratitude that makes us joyful.” Brené Brown
“Quotes help us understand, inspire, motivate, clarify and show our approach to things around. This is why people and I love quotes.” – Takyou Allah Cheikh Malaynine
Lessons From 2020 “Historically, pandemics have forced humans to break with the past and imagine their world anew. This one is no different. It is a portal, a gateway between one world and the next. We can choose to walk through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred, our avarice, our data banks and dead ideas, our dead rivers and smoky skies behind us. Or we can walk through lightly, with little luggage, ready to imagine another…