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Motivational Quotes

    “The lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.”

    Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet (Page 30)

      “The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”

      Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet (Page 27)

        “Work is love made visible.
        And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
        For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man’s hunger.
        And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine. And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man’s ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.”

        Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet (Page 26)

          “The wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
          And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.”

          Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet (Page 26)

            “There are those who give little of the much which they have—and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome.
            And there are those who have little and give it all.
            These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty.”

            Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet (Page 18)

              “You give but little when you give of your possessions.
              It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.”

              Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet (Page 18)

                “Your children are not your children.
                They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
                They come through you but not from you,
                And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
                You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
                For they have their own thoughts.
                You may house their bodies but not their souls,
                For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
                You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
                You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.”

                Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet (Page 15)

                  “Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
                  Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
                  Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
                  Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same oaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
                  Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
                  Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
                  For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.”

                  Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet (Page 13)

                    “Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
                    But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
                    To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness
                    To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
                    And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
                    To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
                    To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstacy;
                    To return home at eventide with gratitude;
                    And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.”

                    Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet (Page 10)

                      “Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
                      Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
                      For love is sufficient unto love.”

                      Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet (Page 9)

                        “A friend comes and holds your hand. Don’t miss this opportunity—because God has come in the form of the hand, in the form of the friend. A small child passes by and laughs. Don’t miss this, laugh with the child—because God has laughed through the child. You pass through the street and a fragrance comes from the fields. Stand there a moment, feel grateful—because God has come as a fragrance. If one can celebrate moment to moment, life becomes religious—and there is no other religion, there is no need to go to any temple. Then wherever you are is the temple, and whatever you are doing is religion.”

                        Osho, Everyday Osho (Page 220)

                          “You will never find one answer to what makes you happy. There are many answers, and they change based on your current state. People need to relax, but if all you do is sit on the beach, it gets old. People find meaning in work, but if all you do is work, it gets exhausting. People benefit from exercise, but if all you do is exercise, it gets unhealthy. Happiness will always be fleeting because your needs change over time. The question is: what do you need right now?”

                          James Clear

                            “It wasn’t about the money. I wanted to stay as busy as possible. I wanted to work my body as hard as it could go so there was no time to feel sorry for myself, to bind myself to a routine that would keep me grounded in the last remaining months before Peter and I left Eugene for good. Maybe I was punishing myself for my failures as a caretaker, or maybe I was just afraid of what would happen if I slowed down.”

                            Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart (Page 193)

                              “Most nights, after an early dinner we’d return to our hotel rooms and I’d crumple onto the bed and sleep for fourteen to fifteen hours. Grief, like depression, made it hard to accomplish even the simplest of tasks. The country felt wasted on us. We were numb to all spectacle and feeling, quietly miserable and completely clueless as to how to help each other. All I wanted to do was go home. I longed to hide in my bedroom and dissociate with the comforts of my PlayStation and its soothing farming simulation games, not wake up at six a.m. to take a van tour of another pagoda and marketplace while my father bartered for half an hour over the equivalent of a couple of USD.”

                              Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart (Page 172)

                                “Some restaurants keep a photo of the local reviewer in the kitchen. The thinking is that if someone notices she’s in the building, everyone can up their game. And some musicians wait eagerly for A&R person to be in the crowd. If they really kill it tonight, a record deal might ensue. The most resilient approach, of course, is to act as if. What if this is your most important post, or your last one? What if the email you’re sending is going to be forwarded to your boss? What if… We can’t know for sure. But we can act as if it’s going to happen.”

                                Seth Godin

                                  “We figured that maybe if we were busy taking in a place neither of us had ever been, we could manage to forget, just for a moment, how much our lives had fallen apart.”

                                  Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart (Page 171)

                                    “It was comforting to hold her work in my hands, to envision my mother prior to pain and suffering, relaxing with a paintbrush in my hand, surrounded by close friends. I wondered if making art had been therapeutic for her, helped her navigate the existential dread that came with Eunmi’s death. I wondered if the late bloom of her creative interests had shed light on my own artistic impulses. If my own creativity had come from her in the first place. If in another life, if circumstances had been different, she might have been an artist, too.”

                                    Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart (Page 168)

                                      “False happiness [is] even worse than real sadness, because at least in that sadness there is a reality. If you are sad—but truly and sincerely sad—that sadness will enrich you. It gives you a depth, an insight. It makes you aware of life and its infinite possibilities and of the limits of the human mind, the smallness of human consciousness encountering the infinity all around, the fragile life always surrounded by death. When you are really sad you become aware of all these things. You become aware that life is not just life—it is death too.”

                                      Osho, Everyday Osho (Page 217)

                                        “When one person collapses [from grief], the other instinctively shoulders their weight.”

                                        Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart (Page 153)

                                          “It was difficult to write about someone I felt I knew so well. The words were unwieldy, engorged with pretension. I wanted to uncover something special about her that only I could reveal. That she was so much more than a housewife, than a mother. That she was her own spectacular individual. Perhaps I was still sanctimoniously belittling the two roles she was ultimately most proud of, unable to accept that the same degree of fulfillment may await those who wish to nurture and love as those who seek to earn and create. Her art was the love that beat on in her loved ones, a contribution to the world that could be just as monumental as a song or a book. There could not be one without the other. Maybe I was just terrified that I might be the closest thing she had to leaving a piece of herself behind.”

                                          Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart (Page 159)