Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
— Victor Hugo (as quoted in Feathers of Hope)
This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one … the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
— George Bernard Shaw
One’s own self is well hidden from one’s own self; of all mines of treasure, one’s own is the last to be dug up.
— Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
Listen — are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
― Mary Oliver from West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems
We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvellous who we were born to be.
― Anne Lamott from O, The Oprah Magazine | From the November 2009
A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.
— Maya Angelou, author of I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
There are no extra pieces in the universe. Everyone is here because he or she has a place to fill, and every piece must fit itself into the big jigsaw puzzle.
— Deepak Chopra, author of The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success: A Practical Guide to the Fulfillment of Your Dreams
Your problem is how you are going to spend this one and precious life you have been issued. Whether you’re going to spend it trying to look good and creating the illusion that you have power over circumstances, or whether you are going to taste it, enjoy it and find out the truth about who you are.
― Anne Lamott from Let Us Commence