"Compassion asks us to go where it hurts, to enter into places of pain, to share in brokenness, fear, confusion, and anguish. Compassion challenges us to cry out those in misery, to mourn with those who are lonely, to weep with those in tears. Compassion requires us to be weak, vulnerable, and powerless with the powerless. Compassion means full immersion in the condition of being human."
bizarrefeelings:
Vase with Gladioli and Carnations, 1886.
Oil on canvas.
by Vincent Van Gogh.
"Words do not change their meaning as much in centuries as names do for us in the space of a few short years. Our memories and our hearts are not large enough, in our present mental field, to keep the dead there as well as the living. We are obliged to build on top of what has gone before and is brought to light only by a chance evacuation"
"In passion, memory inclines toward the intemporal. We gather up all the delights of the past in a given image; the diversely red sunsets I watch every evening will in memory be a single sunset."
bofransson:
Towards Rustempasa with Süleymaniye Mosque, evening Oil on panel - Andrew Gifford
(via rclinkdump)
"Some things are in our control and others not. Things in our control are opinion, pursuit, desire, aversion, and, in a word, whatever are our own actions. Things not in our control are body, property, reputation, command, and, in one word, whatever are not our actions. The things in our control are by nature free, unrestrained, unhindered; but those not in our control are weak, slavish, restrained, belonging to others. Remember, then, that if you suppose that things which are slavish by nature are also free, and that what belongs to others is your own, then you will be hindered. You will lament, you will be disturbed, and you will find fault both with gods and men. But if you suppose that only to be your own which is your own, and what belongs to others such as it really is, then no one will ever compel you or restrain you. Further, you will find fault with no one or accuse no one. You will do nothing against your will. No one will hurt you, you will have no enemies, and you not be harmed."
"…and for the ones who do become the étoiles [= Stars, shooting stars, falling stars], the lucky who become profiled and photographed for readers and in the U.S.A. religion make it, they must have something built into them along the path that will let them transcend it, or they are doomed. We see this in experience. One sees this in all obsessive goal-based cultures of pursuit. Look at the Japonois, the suicide rates of their later years. This task of us at the Enfield [tennis academy] is more delicate still, with the étoiles. For, you, if you attain your goal and cannot find some way to transcend the experience of having that goal be your entire existence, your raison de faire [Trois-Rivières-region idiom, meaning basically ‘reason to get out of bed in the morning.’], so, then, one of two things we see will happen. […] One, one is that you attain the goal and realize the shocking realization that attaining the goal does not complete or redeem you, does not make everything for your life “OK” as you are, in the culture, educated to assume it will do this, the goal. And then you face this fact that what you had thought would have the meaning does not have the meaning when you get it, and you are impaled by shock. We see suicides in history by people at these pinnacles […] Or the other possibility of doom, for the étoiles who attain. They attain the goal, thus, and put as much equal passion into celebrating their attainment as they had put into pursuing the attainment. This is called here the Syndrome of the Endless Party. The celebrity, money, sexual behaviors, drugs and substances. The glitter. They become celebrities instead of players, and because they are celebrities only as long as they feed the culture-of-goal’s hunger for the make-it, the winning, they are doomed, because you cannot both celebrate and suffer, and play is always suffering, just so."
Mikhail Vrubel, Demon Downcast
"Alcibiades never professed to deny that it was pleasant to him to be honoured, and distasteful to him to be overlooked; and, accordingly, he always tried to place himself upon good terms with all that he met; Coriolanus’s pride forbade him to pay attentions to those who could have promoted his advancement, and yet his love of distinction made him feel hurt and angry when he was disregarded. Such are the faulty parts of his character, which in all other respects was a noble one. For his temperance, continence, and probity he claims to be compared with the best and purest of the Greeks; not in any sort or kind with Alcibiades, the least scrupulous and most entirely careless of human beings in all these points."
Plutarch’s The Comparison of Alcibiades with Coriolanus
vufus:
The Visitors by James R. Eads at jamesreadsmerch.com
18” x 24” high quality giclee print on watercolor paper.
(via luciduniverse)