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“What a comfort is this journal. I tell myself to myself and throw the burden on my book and feel relieved.”
― I Know My Own Heart: The Diaries, 1791-1840
― I Know My Own Heart: The Diaries, 1791-1840
“What you believe you deserve is what you get in life. Change your beliefs and your life transforms.”
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“There is one thing that I wish for. There is one thing without which my happiness in this world seems impossible. I was not born to live alone. I must have the object with me & in loving & being loved, I could be happy.”
― The Secret Diaries of Miss Anne Lister
― The Secret Diaries of Miss Anne Lister
“We will read books together inside the blanket and stay warm. And keep writing poetry in our respective journals. Time will fly but we will still remain inside the blanket forever.”
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“Blessed is he who keeps daily diary and compares the work of this week with that of the last, for he will realize God quickly!”
― Sure Ways for Success in Life and God Realisation
― Sure Ways for Success in Life and God Realisation
“I wanted to write in my journal but couldn't bring myself to. There are so many shades to what passed through me in those days. And I would shrink from committing myself to paper because the light would change before the word was out, the ink was dry.”
― The Cancer Journals
― The Cancer Journals
“Journaling is a great way to pay attention to “how it all came to be.” In looking back, you gain insight into (and appreciation for) your challenges, lessons, and perseverance.”
― Self Care at Work: How to Reduce Stress, Boost Productivity, and Do More of What Matters
― Self Care at Work: How to Reduce Stress, Boost Productivity, and Do More of What Matters
“We were always eating expired things. Milk, bread, biscuits, cake. We forgot about them as they sat around the house and just as they had gone bad, we put them in our mouths. Chocolates I brought back with me from Australia, cheeses in last year's Christmas hamper, juice from the last time someone decided to go grocery shopping. We didn't always realize they tasted funny – not everything curdles and a two-month-old orange can be just as sweet. When we did, it was usually too late. Sometimes it wasn't. We finished what we had started anyway.”
― We Were Always Eating Expired Things
― We Were Always Eating Expired Things
“Go places, everywhere you can See the world—
Bring a journal, a camera Try new foods
Meet new people, make new friends Different cultures
Bring you to your authentic self.”
― Vine: Book of Poetry
Bring a journal, a camera Try new foods
Meet new people, make new friends Different cultures
Bring you to your authentic self.”
― Vine: Book of Poetry
“In short, I'm not very concerned with quantity and quality; I just want a reasonable entry for every day of my life, starting now.”
― The Making of Karateka
― The Making of Karateka
“A diary is useful during conscious, intentional, and painful spiritual evolutions. ... An intimate diary is interesting especially when it records the awakening of ideas; or the awakening of the senses at puberty; or else when you feel yourself to be dying.”
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“Last night: the horror of unknown physical pain, accelerating-the swollen back gum, blistered; the ripped stomach muscle from hoisting furniture: like a knife,turning,pivoting on a knife, that throbbed;”
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“I was filled with anxiety that something might happen to him while we were far from home. I did not voice my fear or write about them in my journal, because that would have given them a reality I desperately desired to avoid”
― Two-Part Invention: The Story of a Marriage
― Two-Part Invention: The Story of a Marriage
“Isaac took a long swig from the unmarked bottle. He'd tasted her cider before, but this bottle was completely different, yet just as wonderful. The apple was more prominent, yet not sweet, almost funky but in a good, blue-cheese way. He held the bottle up to the light and could see the sediment swirling in the bottom.
"This is amazing- so different from the other one."
Sanna grinned.
"You really like Olive? I wasn't sure when I blended it. Not everyone likes the murkiness."
"Olive?"
Sanna leaned against the counter, putting her weight on her wrist as she studied him for a long moment, her eyes squinting. She took a long drink from her own bottle.
"I see colors when I make ciders. I can't explain it. Each juice has its own hue. That's what those paintings represent."
She pointed at the watercolors over the fireplace. "A new color comes to me, and I blend the juices until I can re-create it in the flavor. And this one is Olive."
"You color-code your ciders?" He struggled to understand what she was telling him.
"No." She reached across the counter and pulled her journal toward her. She opened it and handed it to Isaac. As she sipped her cider, he studied the page, then the next page, then the next. On each was a swatch of layered color, all wildly different from one another- reds, greens, teals, colors he didn't really have names for. Next to the colors were measurements, apple varieties, percentages, and flavor notes. Scribbles filled the margins and equations contained both numbers and words. Things like sugars and acidity were measured and tested. It was part recipe book, part coloring book, and part wine label, with a hint of spell book. Looking at it was like opening a tiny door into the back of her head. She saw things that no one else did, an imaginary world of cider only she could see.
"You can see the color in your head?"
"It's the easiest way to explain it. A color pops into my head, and I know what it will taste like. When I blend the different raw ciders together, I know I have it right when it matches what I've imagined.”
― The Simplicity of Cider
"This is amazing- so different from the other one."
Sanna grinned.
"You really like Olive? I wasn't sure when I blended it. Not everyone likes the murkiness."
"Olive?"
Sanna leaned against the counter, putting her weight on her wrist as she studied him for a long moment, her eyes squinting. She took a long drink from her own bottle.
"I see colors when I make ciders. I can't explain it. Each juice has its own hue. That's what those paintings represent."
She pointed at the watercolors over the fireplace. "A new color comes to me, and I blend the juices until I can re-create it in the flavor. And this one is Olive."
"You color-code your ciders?" He struggled to understand what she was telling him.
"No." She reached across the counter and pulled her journal toward her. She opened it and handed it to Isaac. As she sipped her cider, he studied the page, then the next page, then the next. On each was a swatch of layered color, all wildly different from one another- reds, greens, teals, colors he didn't really have names for. Next to the colors were measurements, apple varieties, percentages, and flavor notes. Scribbles filled the margins and equations contained both numbers and words. Things like sugars and acidity were measured and tested. It was part recipe book, part coloring book, and part wine label, with a hint of spell book. Looking at it was like opening a tiny door into the back of her head. She saw things that no one else did, an imaginary world of cider only she could see.
"You can see the color in your head?"
"It's the easiest way to explain it. A color pops into my head, and I know what it will taste like. When I blend the different raw ciders together, I know I have it right when it matches what I've imagined.”
― The Simplicity of Cider
“Just like a house we are the doorkeepers to our own beings. We allow who or what comes in and out. It doesn’t have be solely in the house but also outside outside our houses, our yards, our gardens most importantly.
If someone or yourself, waters your garden with hot water, it is likely that your garden changes. From colour, the vivrance, to it being able to rebuild trust with you. It will no longer grow or give you the fruits you expect, the only fruit you’ll get is failure and disappointment. Because you allowed someone else into your identity, you allowed something to steal your soul, your breath and voice which made you into a whole.”
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If someone or yourself, waters your garden with hot water, it is likely that your garden changes. From colour, the vivrance, to it being able to rebuild trust with you. It will no longer grow or give you the fruits you expect, the only fruit you’ll get is failure and disappointment. Because you allowed someone else into your identity, you allowed something to steal your soul, your breath and voice which made you into a whole.”
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“Offline classes form the nucleus of the college life. Online classes can only complement offline education, not replace it.”
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“The Holy Spirit acts as an agent of TOTAL RECALL. One of his jobs is to bring to memory
the word of God.”
― SELAH
the word of God.”
― SELAH
“May you see the light through the darkness, wisdom through the pain and strength through the suffering.”
― Healing Grace Scripture Journal: 30 Day Bible Study Journal For Emotional Healing
― Healing Grace Scripture Journal: 30 Day Bible Study Journal For Emotional Healing
“Death gives us a whole new perspective on life"
Excerpt from my recent journal titled
"My Thoughts On Death”
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Excerpt from my recent journal titled
"My Thoughts On Death”
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“Waking up early maintains your self-discipline. Get up and read, workout, journal, meditate or grind. How you start the day sets the tone.”
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“Ahhh! Privacy! Did the self-inscriber intend to write for future readership? Some diarists I include in my book appear to – one even writing an entry to the future.
In "The Power of Diaries: Interview with Jane Perry, Author of White Snake Diary" from Paula Whitacre Blog, February 20, 2020: a palindrome!”
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In "The Power of Diaries: Interview with Jane Perry, Author of White Snake Diary" from Paula Whitacre Blog, February 20, 2020: a palindrome!”
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“It was always intimidating starting a new journal. So much pressure to make everything perfect from the start. It was a relief each time she made her first mistake or two and realized that her journal was more gracious and forgiving toward her than she was toward herself.”
― What Dreams May Come
― What Dreams May Come
“We cannot look like what people are running FROM though…No… We must not
only Look like HOPE we must BE HOPE…we cannot just Sound like FAITH…we have to BE
FAITH…we cannot just Look like LOVE…we have to BE LOVE…”
― SELAH
only Look like HOPE we must BE HOPE…we cannot just Sound like FAITH…we have to BE
FAITH…we cannot just Look like LOVE…we have to BE LOVE…”
― SELAH
“A writer is someone who feels the feelings and journals through words from despair into dreams to create a world where every loss turns to a stepping stone every betrayal to a lesson learned and the darkness turns to the gold of morn, a writer is someone, who feels passion and trembles with words, to create the wine of soul, a writer is someone who lowers her eyelashes, yet, says her story to this world.........
.........Jayita Bhattacharjee”
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.........Jayita Bhattacharjee”
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“Cuando usamos el bolígrafo sobre el papel no solo encendemos la luz, también aumentamos la temperatura. Escribir a mano nos ayuda a pensar y sentir al mismo tiempo”
― The Bullet Journal Method: Track Your Past, Order Your Present, Plan Your Future
― The Bullet Journal Method: Track Your Past, Order Your Present, Plan Your Future
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