“It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.”
“Here’s the thing about people with good hearts. They give you
excuses when you don’t explain yourself. They accept apologies
you don’t give. They see the best in you when you don’t need
them to. At your worst, they lift you up, even if it means
putting their priorities aside. The word “busy” does not exist in
their dictionary. They make time, even when you don’t. And
you wonder why they’re the most sensitive people. You wonder
why they’re the most caring people. You wonder why they are
willing to give so much of themselves with no expectation in
return. You wonder why their existence is not so essential to
your well-being. It’s because they don’t make you work hard
for the attention they give you. They accept the love they think
they’ve earned, and you accept the love you think you’re
entitled to. Let me tell you something. Fear the day when a
good heart gives up on you. Our skies don’t become gray out of
nowhere. Our sunshine does not allow the darkness to take
over for no reason. A heart does not turn cold unless it’s been
treated with coldness for a while.”
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”
— Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods (via coral)
