Mindfulness Quotes (page 183)
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[Soho] is all things to all men, catering comprehensively for those needs which money can buy. You see it as you wish. An agreeable place to dine; a cosmopolitan village tucked away behind Piccadilly with its own mysterious village life, one of the best shopping centres for food in London, the nastiest and most sordid nursery of crime in Europe. Even the travel journalists, obsessed by its ambiguities, can't make up their minds.
P. D. James
If you are proven to be right a hundred times in a row, no amount of evidence will convince you that you are mistakenin the hundred-and-first case. You will be seduced byyour own apparent infallibility. Remember that all scientificexperiments are performed by human beings and the resultsare subject to human interpretation. The human mind is adelusion generator, not a window to truth. Everyone, includingskeptics, will generate delusions that match their views. That is how a normal and healthy...
Scott Adams
Happiness and contentment, equability of mind and meaningfulness of life? these can be experienced only by the individual and not by a State, which, on the one hand, is nothing but a convention agreed to by independent individuals, and on the other, continually threatens to paralyse and suppress the individual.
Carl Jung
Please do it your own way. Do it in the mornings when your mind is cold. Do it in the evenings when everything is sold. Do it in the springtime when springtime isn't there. Do it in the winter. We know winter well. Do it on very hot days. Try doing it in hell. Trade bed for a pencil. Trade sorrow for a page. No work it out your own way. Have good luck at your age.
Ernest Hemingway
Teach him to live rather than to avoid death: life is not breath, but action, the use of our senses, our mind, our faculties, everypart of ourselves which makes us conscious of our being. Lifeconsists less in length of days than in the keen sense of living. A man maybe buried at a hundred and may never have lived at all. He would have fared better had he died young.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
As a cloud crosses the sun, silence falls on London; and falls on the mind. Effort ceases. Time flaps on the mast. There we stop; there we stand. Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame. Where there is nothing, Peter Walsh said to himself; feeling hollowed out, utterly empty within. Clarissa refused me, he thought. He stood there thinking, Clarissa refused me.
Virginia Woolf