Old Souls Library

“He who is not everyday conquering some fear has not learned the secret of life.”

I’ve had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy.

“She is like the noonday smell of a pinewood, she is like the sounding of a stormy flood, she is like a pleasant path without an end; like a strange secret, and a sweet surprise; like a sharp axe of doom, wreathed with blush roses,”

When you start giving, instead of getting, you make a difference. You can always give a warm smile, a sincere hello, a positive vibe… your attention, your time, your love, and kindness to those around you.

For quiet, sensitive souls, solitude is the golden thread that unites us with our inner world. We need quiet to connect the dots in our constellations of thoughts.

I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.

Humans take. They plough with iron. They ravage the land.“ “Some do, I’ll grant you that. Others put back more'n they take. They put back love. They’ve got soil in their bones.

Don’t seek, don’t search, don’t ask, don’t knock, don’t demand – relax. If you relax, it comes. If you relax, it is there. If you relax, you start vibrating with it.

On a desert island gold is worthless. Food gets you through times of no gold much better than gold gets you through times of no food. If it comes to that, gold is worthless in a goldmine, too. The medium of exchange in a goldmine is the pickaxe.