In place of romance, compassion introduces us to the necessary suffering of love and therefore to abiding passion. To feel others’ pleasure, I must be able to feel their pain. Only those who recognize each other as fellow-strangers-in-the-night can forge the bonds of true kinship and learn to be kind. And kindness, not wild abandon, is the essence of abiding passion.

In place of romance, compassion introduces us to the necessary suffering of love and therefore to abiding passion. To feel others’ pleasure, I must be able to feel their pain. Only those who recognize each other as fellow-strangers-in-the-night can forge the bonds of true kinship and learn to be kind. And kindness, not wild abandon, is the essence of abiding passion.

Title Quote // Sam Keen, To Love and Be Loved

Only those who truly love and who are truly strong can sustain their lives as a dream. You dwell in your own enchantment. Life throws stones at you, but your love and your dream change those stones into the flowers of discovery. Even if you lose, or are defeated by things, your triumph will always be exemplary. And if no one knows it, then there are places that do. People like you enrich the dreams of the worlds, and it is dreams that create history. People like you are unknowing transformers of things, protected by your own fairy-tale, by love …

Only those who truly love and who are truly strong can sustain their lives as a dream. You dwell in your own enchantment. Life throws stones at you, but your love and your dream change those stones into the flowers of discovery. Even if you lose, or are defeated by things, your triumph will always be exemplary. And if no one knows it, then there are places that do. People like you enrich the dreams of the worlds, and it is dreams that create history. People like you are unknowing transformers of things, protected by your own fairy-tale, by love …

Title Quote // Ben Okri

When I arrived this is what she said… “Lie down in my salt-spattered pine needles and listen, your ear to the earth, for the languages speaking in my bones; … Mi’kmaq, Gàidhlig, French, English, these are the voices of your welcome. “And come, oh daughter of too many journeys, gray in your hair, lead in your heart, sore-footed and stumbling, to the sea, where we will weep together; stone, salt and water until your sorrow erodes into sand. “There is an ocean hidden in your veins, a coyote in your mind, an oak in your belly, a sparrow in the hollow of your throat. Bring them here, to the ragged edge of the continent, to your home, and set them free.”

When I arrived this is what she said… “Lie down in my salt-spattered pine needles and listen, your ear to the earth, for the languages speaking in my bones; … Mi’kmaq, Gàidhlig, French, English, these are the voices of your welcome. “And come, oh daughter of too many journeys, gray in your hair, lead in your heart, sore-footed and stumbling, to the sea, where we will weep together; stone, salt and water until your sorrow erodes into sand. “There is an ocean hidden in your veins, a coyote in your mind, an oak in your belly, a sparrow in the hollow of your throat. Bring them here, to the ragged edge of the continent, to your home, and set them free.”

Title Quote // Physogs – English game (1930)

Be wild; that is how to clear the river …  If we want to allow it its freedom, we have to allow our ideational lives to be let loose, to stream, letting anything come, initially censoring nothing. That is creative life. It is made up of divine paradox. To create one must be willing to be stone stupid, to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and spill rubies from one’s mouth. Then the river will flow, then we can stand in the stream of it raining down.

Be wild; that is how to clear the river … If we want to allow it its freedom, we have to allow our ideational lives to be let loose, to stream, letting anything come, initially censoring nothing. That is creative life. It is made up of divine paradox. To create one must be willing to be stone stupid, to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and spill rubies from one’s mouth. Then the river will flow, then we can stand in the stream of it raining down.

Title Quote // Clarissa Pinkola Estes Montage Images