It is our attitude toward events, not events themselves, which we can control. 

Nothing is by its own nature calamitous 

-- even death is terrible only if we fear it.

  

Everything is relative in this world, 

where change alone endures

 Everything is good as it comes from the hands of the Maker of the world, 

but degenerates once it gets into the hands of man

 If an apology is followed by an excuse or a reason, it means they are going to commit same mistake again they just apologized for

I've often thought that there isn't any "I" at all

  

 that we are simply the means of expression of something else;

 that when we think we are ourselves, we are simply the victims of a delusion

 

Comedy aims at representing men as worse than in actual life 

Tragedy aims at representing men as better than in actual life 

  

Whoever will be free must make himself free. 

Freedom is no fairy gift to fall into a man's lap. 

What is freedom? 

To have the will to be responsible for one's self

  

People who fit don’t seek. 

The seekers are those that don’t fit

 

Now, my own suspicion is that the universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose. 

I have read and heard many attempts at a systematic account of it, from materialism and theosophy to the Christian system or that of Kant, and I have always felt that they were much too simple.

 I suspect that there are more things in heaven and earth that are dreamed of, or can be dreamed of, in any philosophy. 

That is the reason why I have no philosophy myself, and must be my excuse for dreaming

When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must believe one of two things

 

either there will be ground to stand on, 

or you will be given wings to fly.

 

Oxygen is the human body's fuel. 

It powers our brains, organs, and bodily tissues.

 Without a proper supply, our bodies can't function. 

Our brains, hearts, and kidneys can only tolerate a lack of oxygen for a limited time before their cells begin to die: 

about five minutes for the brain, 

about thirty for the heart and kidneys. 

When a patient loses oxygen, doctors know the clock is ticking. 

When a patient codes or loses their airway, a doctor's first priority is to get oxygen flowing.

  a limited time before damage sets in, so  spring into action. 

But in life, time limits aren't as clear.

 It can be hard to gauge whether it's better to hurry up or take things slow. 

We don't always know how much time we have before the clock runs out on opportunity.

 Often, we can't even be sure if our time's passed.

 All we can do is cease the present.

in life, time limits aren't clear.

 

 It can be hard to gauge whether it's better to hurry up or take things slow. 

We don't always know how much time we have before the clock runs out on opportunity.

 Often, we can't even be sure if our time's passed.

 All we can do is cease the present.

 

The idea that the brain can convince the body that a fake treatment is the real thing is called the placebo effect. 

The brain anticipates an outcome and then communicates it to the body. 

And the body responds as if a medication were given when all that was given was a sugar pill. 

Studies have found that under the right circumstances, a placebo can have up to a 72% cure rate, making it just as effective as certain medications. 

So, the lie becomes the truth.

 It has been proven that what you believe can sometimes determine the state of your health. 

So it goes to follow that it can also sometimes determine the state of your life. 

And what you believe can change on a dime. 

What you believe is right, 

what you believe is wrong, 

what you believe you want, 

what you believe you need,

 what you believe you are capable of doing,

 what you believe is a sign, 

what you believe the sign means, 

what you believe you deserve. 

So, if you want to change your life, change your mind. 

And try not to wait too long.

 Sometimes, we have to work extremely hard to achieve focus and perspective, 

everything suddenly becomes all clear.

 You can see your path. 

You see your life. 

You see your purpose and why you are here. 

But just because you see it, 

it doesn't mean you'll live up to it.

 For decades, if we wanted to see inside the brain, we had to inject air into the patient's spinal column. 

It was painful. It was described as torture. 

Then in 1971, a British engineer changed everything when he performed the first CT scan.

 And for the first time, we could see what was happening inside the brain. 

It was painless, convenient, and an absolute game-changer. 

But just because we could now see inside a person's brain, doesn't mean we know what it's thinking. 

 

Philosophers  know nothing about everything. 

Scientists know everything about nothing.

 

Philosophers are people who know less and less about more and more, 

until they know nothing about everything. 

Scientists are people who know more and more about less and less,

 until they know everything about nothing.

 

You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art,

 but deep down you can see that he's really just hoping he makes it all the way across?

 Thoughts without content are empty, 

intuitions without concepts are blind

 Buddhism is neither pessimistic nor optimistic. 

If anything at all, it is realistic, for it takes a realistic view of life and the world.

It looks at things objectively (yathābhūtam). 

It does not falsely lull you into living in a fool's paradise,

 nor does it frighten and agonize you with all kinds of imaginary fears and sins.

 It tells you exactly and objectively what you are and what the world around you is,

 and shows you the way to perfect freedom, peace, tranquility and happiness.

 'It is my bad luck that this has happened to me.' 

No, you should rather say:

 'It is my good luck that, although this has happened to me, 

I can bear it without pain, 

neither crushed by the present

 nor fearful of the future.' 

Because such a thing could have happened to any man, 

but not every man could have borne it without pain.

 So why see more misfortune in the event

 than good fortune in your ability to bear it?”

 Without man and his potential for moral progress, 

the whole of reality would be a mere wilderness, 

a thing in vain, 

and have no final purpose

To One in Paradise - Poe

 

Thou wast all to me, love,

For which my soul did pine —

A green isle in the sea, love,

A fountain and a shrine;

All wreathed around about with flowers,

And the flowers they all were mine.

 

But the dream it could not last,

And the star of life did rise

Only to be overcast,

A voice from out the Future cries,

“Onward!” while o'er the Past

My spirit hovering lies.

 

Like the murmur of the solemn seas

To sands on the sea-shore,

A voice is whispering unto me,

“The day is past”; and never more

Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,

Or the stricken eagle soar.

 

And all mine hours are trances,

And all my nights are dreams

Of where thy dark eye glances,

And where thy footstep gleams,

In the maze of flashing dances,

By the slow Italian streams.

Thou wast that all to me, love,For which my soul did pine—A green isle in the sea, love,A fountain and a shrine,All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!Ah, starry Hope! that didst ariseBut to be overcast!A voice from out the Future cries,“On! on!”—but o’er the Past(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering liesMute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! with meThe light of Life is o’er!No more—no more—no more—(Such language holds the solemn seaTo the sands upon the shore)Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances,And all my nightly dreamsAre where thy grey eye glances,And where thy footstep gleams—In what ethereal dances,By what eternal streams.

You know that story where a child gets trapped under a car and their parent finds the superhuman strength to lift the car and save the child's life

 I always wondered if that was real.

 If someone I cared about was hurt or trapped, would my instincts kick in? 

Would I know what to do? 

Would I lift the car? 

Jump in front of the bullet? 

Would I be able to beat somebody senseless? 

I like to think I would. 

When someone you love is in physical danger, finding the strength you need to save them is easy. 

But sometimes the threat isn't physical. 

Sometimes, it goes deeper, in which case, no instincts can save you. 

No superhuman strength, no adrenaline rush. 

You can't power your way out of the crashing car. 

All you can do is sit and wait and wish things were different.

 Transplant surgeons typically transport donor organs by carefully packing them on ice and racing as fast as they can to the recipient. 

The organ can only survive a certain amount of time until it's placed into its new body. At best, the heart and lungs only have six hours.

 But recently, scientists have developed machines that can improve these odds. Essentially, certain organs can now travel in a box that continuously perfuses them with nutrients, preserving their viability. 

This innovation has allowed us to increase the number of organs available for transplantation.

 And for over 100.000 people  who are currently waiting for an organ, it's a chance at a new life. 

When you get a new organ, you spend your life on medications designed to suppress your immune system so that your body won't reject it. But at least you have a life to spend and a body to medicate. 

Second chances can feel like an insult if you can't get over what you lost the first time around.

 Or they can feel like a miracle, like a hard-fought victory. 

A chance to live the life you've always wanted.

 Studies show that doctors who report signs of burnout have enlarged amygdalas, the area in the brain that regulates fear and aggression. 

But burnout isn't an academic exercise. It's an all-consuming, systemic condition. It's your entire body sending you one clear message. Something has to change and it has to change now.

 Put simply, burnout comes from a deep imbalance. Too much stress with too few rewards.

 You're exhausted. Depleted. You no longer have patience, pleasure, or serotonin. 

This is the end. 

Unless you turn it into something else and find your path to recovery. 

Pick the pieces you want from your life and find a new way forward.

 

At all costs, we avoid negative experiences. 

We ignore pain. We steer clear of the unfamiliar. 

We lie when asked about how we feel

 A recent study found that marriage actually has health benefits. 

Married people live longer, have fewer strokes, and fewer heart attacks than people who are single. 

Happily, there are other studies that tell us the real truth about the health benefits of marriage, which is that the benefits have nothing to do with marriage at all. 

Because those studies have shown that staying in an unhappy marriage is the worst thing you can do for your health and your children. 

So better health is a direct result of healthy relationships. 

You don't need a spouse, you just need someone you can trust. You need someone you can talk to. You need someone who will celebrate your wins and grieve your losses. You need someone who can forgive you. 

You need someone who will show up, no questions asked, and walk with you through every unexpected twist and turn life throws your way.

  We define ourselves by our actions, 

but it doesn't mean we have to live by that definition. 

We can change our own story. 

We can refuse to accept the way people define us. 

We can work like hell to escape a bad reputation, only to wonder if we succeeded. 

It can be hard to shake the mistakes of the past. They'll always come back to haunt us.

 But one thing we never do. We don't stop. We don't quit. 

We get up and rejoin the fight

  Experience is the mother of all Knowledge

 

What really frightens and dismays us is not external events themselves, but the way in which we think about them. 

It is not things that disturb us, but our interpretation of their significance

  

He who cannot obey himself will be commanded. 

That is the nature of living creatures

 Is there any knowledge in the world which is so certain that no reasonable man could doubt it?

 Absurdity is the ecstasy of intellectualism

 A great tree develops over time and can tell stories not only those of happiness, but also those that contain pain from what it has seen over the years, and as a result is the wise ancient tree that it is today. 

As the seasons change, the tree naturally goes through changes as well: 

where the leaves turn yellow and orange in the fall, 

falling by the Winter,

 returning in the Spring, 

and with full set of new leafs by the Summer. 

Love is no different in that there will be times when we are fully naked in the Winter, and left to wonder about Spring when it seemed so easy to love, 

yet the wise tree knows that no winter will last forever 

no matter how cold it may be.

 A rock doesn't doubt 

nor does it believe 

 An ignorant person is inclined to blame others for his own misfortune. 

To blame oneself is proof of progress. 

But the wise man never has to blame another or himself.

 Wisdom is the oneness of mind that guides and permeates all things

  

death is terrible only if we fear it

 

If a man who can’t count finds a four leaf clover, is he lucky? 

 Life is like the oil within a lamp.  

It can be measured, but the pace at which it burns depends on how the dial is turned day by day, how bright and fierce the flame. 

And there is no predicting whether the lamp might be knocked to the ground and shatter, when it could have blazed on a great while longer. 

Such is the unpredictability of life

  

There are times when wisdom cannot be found 

in the chambers of parliament 

or the halls of academia 

but at the unpretentious setting of the kitchen table

 The man who alters his way of thinking to suit others is a fool

 To pass through this brief life as nature demands. 

To give it up without complaint.

 Everyone is trying to impress everyone else. 

Trying to make themselves out to be smarter or more confident than they actually are.

 There are 10,000 books in my library, and it will keep growing until I die. 

 If I had not picked up this habit in the library long ago, I would have more money in the bank today; 

I would not be richer.

 Truth is neither objectivity nor the balanced view; 

truth is a selfless subjectivity

To live is not to breathe but to act.

It is to make use of our organs, our senses, our faculties, of all the parts of ourselves which give us the sentiment of our existence. 

The man who has lived the most is not he who has counted the most years 

but he who has most felt life.

 

The absurd does not liberate; it binds. It does not authorize all actions.

 "Everything is permitted" does not mean that nothing is forbidden.

  

To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts, 

nor even to found a school,

but so to love wisdom as to live according to its dictates,

 a life of simplicity, independence, magnanimity and trust

 

It is quite true what Philosophy says: 

that Life must be understood backwards. 

But that makes one forget the other saying: 

that it must be lived—forwards. 

The more one ponders this, the more it comes to mean that life in the temporal existence never becomes quite intelligible, 

precisely because at no moment can I find complete quiet to take the backward- looking position.

 Electricity was a reality in the universe when Moses led the children of Israel out of the land of Egypt. 

This is true of all natural laws; 

they have always existed 

but only when understood may they be used

 Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.

 We each owe a death - there are no exceptions

  

Sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation.

 Sometimes the embers are better than the campfire.

 

when we say, 'I don't understand,' God replies, 'I don't care.' 

 

I believe there's another force as well, one every bit as real as the God ...,

 and that it works consciously to bring all our decent impulses to ruin. ...,

 but a kind of demon of discord, a prankish and stupid thing

 that laughs with glee when an old man sets himself on fire trying to light his pipe 

or when a much-loved baby puts its first Christmas toy in its mouth and chokes to death on it.

  

that's what people most always do with the stuff they can't make out 

just forget it.

Everything is hard in some way.

It’s hard to be in the wrong relationship.

 It’s hard to be in the right one.

 It’s hard to be broke and miserable,

 it’s hard to achieve your dreams.

 It’s hard to be stuck in the middle, not really feeling anything at all. 

Everything is hard, but you choose your hard. 

You choose what’s worth it. 

You don’t choose whether or not you’ll suffer, 

but you do choose what you want to suffer for

people love a hypocrite

they recognize one of their own, 

and it always feels so good when someone gets caught with his pants down  

and it isn't you.

 The world turns, that's all.

 You can hold on and turn with it, 

or stand up to protest and be spun right off.

  

you can never wash anything completely away, 

not from this dark glass of a world

 There were a group of people before the Ascension known as the Astalsi. 

They claimed that each person was born with a certain finite amount of ill luck

 And so, when an unfortunate event happened, they thought themselves blessed

—thereafter, their lives could only get better.

 If I didn't try to assume responsibility for my own existence, 

it would seem utterly absurd to go on existing

Moon

 

Secretly,
by the light of the moon,
a worm bores into a chestnut.

This world?
Moonlit dew
flicked from a crane's bill.

It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; 

and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon.

 

• Watching white moon face
• The stars never feel anger
• Blah, blah, blah, the end

We cannot see the moon
and yet the waves still rise

Since I'm left here alone,
I'll make friends with the moon.

The hood-wearer
in his self-created darkness
misses the harvest moon

As the moon flies west
the flowers' shadows
creep eastward.

By such pale moonlight
even the wisteria's fragrance
seems distant.

The moon still appears,
though far from home:
summer vagrant.

Thin from its journey
and not yet recovered:
late harvest moon.

Occasional clouds
bless tired eyes with rest
from moon-viewing.

The moon having set,
all that remains
are the four corners of his desk.

The moon so bright
a wandering monk carries it
lightly on his shoulder.

The moon departs;
frost paralyzes the morning glories.

Pear tree blossoms
whitened by moonlight

Outlined in the moonlight ...
who is that standing
among the pear trees?

By such pale moonlight
even the wisteria's fragrance
seems distant.

Leaves
like crows’ shadows
flirt with a lonely moon.