Changing the wheel I sit by the roadsideThe driver changes the wheel.I do not like the place I have come from.I do not like the place I am going to.Why with impatience do IWatch him changing the wheel? (Bertolt Brecht) About the author Bertolt Brecht (1898-1956) was a German poet, playwright and theatre director who… Läs mer om "Changing the wheel by Bertolt Brecht
When you’re here From here, oh,you can hold yourself,so you can laugh. Free to exploreall manner of things. When you’re here,an i in the O-cean,you’re no longer waitingfor something to happen or to change. When you’re hereyou have what you seek. Your heart opensto the gift you receive,that you are. You are drinking at the… Läs mer om "The Well of Being by Jean-Pierre Weill
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of… Läs mer om "Stopping by the woods by Robert Frost
the radical moveis to enter each dayas a constant nowfree from the clawsof then and nextso you may take the open handof the momentnerved with pure being Maria Popova (2025, An Almanac of Birds) About the author Maria Popova is a Bulgarian-American essayist, cultural critic and poet who has built a devoted following through her… Läs mer om "The radical move by Maria Popova
Fråga inte, det är fel att veta, vilka öden gudarna oss skänker. Sök inte efter svar i gudomliga stjärnor,uthärda och låt ditt hjärta anpassa sig. Vintrar kommer, eller detta är vårt sista, vågor mot klipporna kastas. Häll ditt vin, drick det långsamt, låt dina förhoppningar ebb och gå. Tiden flyter när vi talar, ta vara på idag, morgondagen är långt borta och dyster.... Läs mer om "Carpe Diem (Ode över ödet, Horatius 1:11)
