Quotes and thoughts for the day

[sumi]

Irish Proverbs: Human Nature

You never miss the water till the well runs dry.
Everyone feels his own wound first.

The pig in the sty doesn’t know the pig going along the road.

Pity him who makes an opinion a certainty.

No two people ever lit a fire without disagreeing.

Seeing is believing, but feeling is the God’s own truth.

It is the quiet pig that eats the meal.

A glowing gríosach (ember) is easily rekindled.

The person bringing good news knocks boldly on the door.

 

[frustratedearthmother]

Those are great!

 

[Beekissed]

I'm thankful for this day, Good Friday, for without it we would all be lost for eternity. There really are no words of gratitude that can express it fully, but I thank Jesus the Christ for His sacrifice for me and for all the world. I pray for the lost in this world, that they would be born again, washed clean in the blood of the Lamb. I pray for the persecuted Church, that they be comforted, strengthened, and kept in peace throughout their tribulations on this Earth. I ask forgiveness for my many sins and ask to be renewed in the Holy Spirit, renewed in my heart and mind, that I may continue to draw closer to Him each day.

May the world pause, stand in awe and stillness, worshiping the gift of sacrifice, that pure and holy Lamb of God, that was given to us on the cross. May He return soon to reclaim this Earth and rule over His Kingdom!

 

[Beekissed]

 

[sumi]

Trust Your Journey
41 mins ·

"If you're feeling frightened about what comes next, don't be. Embrace the uncertainty. Allow it to lead you places. Be brave as it challenges you to exercise both your heart and your mind as you create your own path towards happiness, don't waste time with regret. Spin wildly into your next action. Enjoy the present, each moment, as it comes; because you'll never get another one quite like it. And if you should ever look up and find yourself lost, simply take a breath and start over. Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart… where your hope lives. You'll find your way again." ~ Everwood

 

[frustratedearthmother]

That's a good one Sumi!

 

[sumi]

I was scrolling through FB when this pic caught my eye and started reading. By the time I got to the end I had goosebumps and felt like crying. It's an amazing read:



Krys Smith
September 23 at 4:39 PM


When they talk about the tortured genius,
somebody always brings up van gogh—
how he swallowed yellow paint because
he wanted to put the sunshine inside himself.
how his psychosis was probably
the result of lead poisoning.
they call him a miracle, but what i see is a man
who was so sad, he found a beautiful way
to kill himself.


they say, “it’s awful isn’t it?” they say,
“it’s always the talented ones who go before their time.”
and me, a nine year old kid
who’s always been told they were so talented, wonders when i am going to die.


we study them in school, the tortured artists.
look at all the poets who killed themselves
what would their work have been without their depression?
if it's beautiful, isn’t it sad?
as if depression is a parlor trick—
pull it out at parties, impress all your friends.
as if depression isn’t seeing how long
you can go between showers
before somebody notices or
pizza rolls for dinner three nights in a row
and then nothing the night after,
because going to the store is an impossibility
that you have not yet gathered the courage to conquer.


it is the least beautiful thing i’ve ever seen
and we call it the mark of an artist
to stand in the center of an ocean
and see nothing but desert.
to be seated at a feast, but still
swallowing sand.


depression is the yellow paint, the yellow paint,
the yellow paint, the yellow paint, the
yellow paint, the yellow paint, the yellow
paint, the yellow paint, the yellow paint—


art is a coping mechanism.
van gogh is good because when he had nothing,
he had paint. when he was empty, he had paint.
when the world was awful, he had paint.
when he hated himself, he didn’t hate the paint.
he whitewashed over his own masterpieces,
because it was never about being famous,
it was about doing the one thing
that made sense when everything else didn’t.


and they say, “without his illness, we
never would have gotten all—this.”
because they value his art more than his sanity
because god forbid you lead a happy life
and leave nothing to remember you by.
— VINCENT, by Ashe Vernon
— Painting by Ian Anastasia

 

[NH Homesteader]

That should be required reading for all angsty teenagers. Thanks for posting it.

 

[frustratedearthmother]

Very powerful...wow.

 

[Miss Lydia]

Wow made me want to cry.