“Ye are the stars of the heaven on understanding. The breeze that stirreth at the break of day. The soft flowing waters upon which must depend the very life of all men.” – Bahá’í writings
“Alone in the night On a dark hill With pines around me Spicy and still, And a heaven full of stars Over my head, White and topaz And misty red.” – Sara Teasdale
“Alone in the night On a dark hill With pines around me Spicy and still, And a heaven full of stars Over my head, White and topaz And misty red.” – Sara Teasdale
“The night is come, but not too soon; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven But the cold light of stars; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: The Light of Stars
Me and these cracks have something in common. There are times in life when you feel things around or inside you start cracking and even seem to fall apart. But slowly the cracks begin to fill up, you heal, you understand, become stronger, softer and wiser. The cracks fill up with pieces of gold and you are ready to radiate your beauty again.
“The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.” – Carl Jung
“In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.” – Carl Jung
“Divine perfection is infinite, therefore the progress of the soul is also infinite. From the very birth of a human being the soul progresses, the intellect grows and knowledge increases. When the body dies the soul lives on. All the differing degrees of created physical beings are limited, but the soul is limitless!” – ‘Abdu’l-Bahá
“Ye are the stars of the heaven of understanding, the breeze that stirreth at the break of day…” – Bahá’u’lláh
“May every soul that touches mine— be it the slightest contact – Get therefore some good; Some little grace, one kindly thought; One aspiration yet unfelt; One bit of courage For the darkening sky; One gleam of faith To brave the thickening ills of life; One glimpse of brighter skies Beyond the gathering mist – To make their life worthwhile.” – George Sand
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