Abundance is not something we acquire. It is something we tune into.
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| — | Wayne Dyer |
Shadow, you’ll travel to what waits ahead,
the fatal shadow waiting at the rim.
Know this: in some way you’re already dead.
the fatal shadow waiting at the rim.
Know this: in some way you’re already dead.
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| — | Jorge Luis Borges, from “To the One Who is Reading Me,” trans. Tony Barnstone (via proustitute) |
Can I really have believed it, have believed that death merely eliminates what exists, and leaves everything else in its place, that it removes the grief from the heart of him for whom the other person’s existence has ceased to be anything but a source of grief, that it removes the grief and substitutes nothing in its place.
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| — | Marcel Proust, Albertine disparue, trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin (via proustitute) |
