Quote for Today: Howard Thurman

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One day there will stand up in their midst one who will tell of a new sickness among the children who in their delirium cry for their brothers whom they have never known and from whom they have been cut off behind the self-imposed barriers of their fathers. An alarm will spread throughout the community that it is being felt and slowly realized that community cannot for long feed on itself; it can only flourish where always the boundaries are giving way to the coming of others from beyond them–unknown and undiscovered brothers.

Howard Thurman, The Search For Common Ground : An Inquiry Into The Basis Of Man’s Experience Of Community

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Quote for Today: Richelle E. Goodrich

Great Wall of China near Jinshanling,  © Severin.stalder with CCLicense

Great Wall of China near Jinshanling
© Severin.stalder with CCLicense

People will insist on building high and wide barriers directly in your path, often with the intent of closing you in. If you treat these obstacles like fencing walls, they will prove mightily so. I choose to see them as grand towers meant to be scaled and conquered, providing an added victory as well as a great view of the journey ahead.

Quote for Today: Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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Life always bursts the boundaries of formulas. Defeat may prove to have been the only path to resurrection, despite its ugliness. I take it for granted that to create a tree I condemn a seed to rot. If the first act of resistance comes too late it is doomed to defeat. But it is, nevertheless, the awakening of resistance. Life may grow from it as from a seed. 

Antoine de Saint-ExupéryFlight to Arras

Quote for Today: Erich Maria Remarque

I lie down on many a station platform; I stand before many a soup kitchen; I squat on many a bench;–then at last the landscape becomes disturbing, mysterious, and familiar. It glides past the western windows with its villages, their thatched roofs like caps, pulled over the white-washed, half-timbered houses, its corn-fields, gleaming like mother-of-pearl in the slanting light, its orchards, its barns and old lime trees.

The names of the stations begin to take on meaning and my heart trembles. The train stamps and stamps onward. I stand at the window and hold on to the frame. These names mark the boundaries of my youth.

―Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
alone beside the train © Assem Hardy with CCLicense

alone beside the train © AsiiMDesGraphiC with CCLicense

Quote for Today: Abdulrazak Gurnah

Fra Mauro's World Map, Positioned with south at the top

Fra Mauro’s World Map
Oriented with south at top

I speak to maps. And sometimes they say something back to me. This is not as strange as it sounds, nor is it an unheard of thing. Before maps, the world was limitless. It was maps that gave it shape and made it seem like territory, like something that could be possessed, not just laid waste and plundered. Maps made places on the edges of the imagination seem graspable and placable.

Abdulrazak GurnahBy The Sea

Quote for Today: Richard Bach


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Flying has always been to me this wonderful metaphor. In order to fly you have to trust what you can’t see. Up on the mountain ridges where very few people have been I have thought back to what every flyer knows. That there is this special world in which we dwell that’s not marked by boundaries, it’s not a map. We’re not hedged about with walls and desks. So often in an office the very worst thing that can happen is you could drop your pencil. Out there’s a reminder that are a lot worse things, and a lot greater rewards.

Richard Bach

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Quote for Today: K. O. Eckland

Within all of us is a varying amount of space lint and star dust, the residue from our creation. Most are too busy to notice it, and it is stronger in some than others. It is strongest in those of us who fly and is responsible for an unconscious, subtle desire to slip into some wings and try for the elusive boundaries of our origin.

K. O. Eckland, Footprints On Clouds.

 

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CCLI by European Southern Observatory on wikimedia commons