Quotes

It Is A Curious Thing…

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“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.” ―Lemony Snicket

No One Else Has Access To The World

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“No one else has access to the world you carry around within yourself; you are its custodian and entrance. No one else can see the world the way you see it. No one else can feel your life the way you feel it. Thus it is impossible to ever compare two people because each stands on such different ground. When you compare yourself to others, you are inviting envy into your consciousness; it can be a dangerous and destructive guest.” ―John O’Donohue

This is really resonating with me today. 🙂

Religion Takes Us…

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“Religion takes us on a straight & narrow path. Spirituality is the alternate route that allows us to explore the scenery.”

-Unknown

I definitely agree with this one, but that’s probably because I’m more spiritual than religious.

I hope everyone had a good Monday. I had prepared part of a post this morning, but never got around to finishing it. It is SO cold here, my brain is functioning on such a low level because all I can think about is hypothermia and frostbite. I am probably one of the only people born & raised on the upper portion of the East Coast that does not own A) A hat that doesn’t belong to a sports team and B) Gloves. I wish I were being cute, but I’m not. In order to keep my hands warm tomorrow, I’m going to have to borrow gloves, which I personally find slightly gross. If my fingers turn colors tomorrow, don’t expect to hear from me for a while. Just the thought of frostbite is making me PARANOID.

P.S. Someone kindly send me a text message tomorrow and remind me to thoroughly dry my hair before going out, otherwise I’ll be a human popsicle.