Tag Archives: Love

The opposite of love is not hate … ~ Elie Wiesel

“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.” ~ Elie Wiesel – Professor – Born: September 30, 1928 – Died: July 2, 2016

Quote: Hermann Hesse, To Hold Our Tongues

“To hold our tongues when everyone is gossiping, to smile without hostility at people and institutions, to compensate for the shortage of love in the world with more love in small, private matters; to be more faithful in our work, to show greater patience, to forgo the cheap revenge obtainable from mockery and criticism: all […]

Poem: Walt Whitman, Miracles

“As for me, I know nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water, Or stand under the trees in the woods, Or talk by day […]

A Man Who Lies ~ Fyodor Dostoevsky

“A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies becomes unable to recognize truth, either in himself or in anyone else, and he ends up losing respect for himself and for others. When he has no respect for anyone, he can no longer love, and, in order to divert himself, having no love […]

Goose Girl And Border Collie

Spring rides no horses down the hill, But comes on foot, a goose-girl still. And all the loveliest things there be Come simply, so, it seems to me. If ever I said, in grief or pride, I tired of honest things, I lied: And should be cursed forevermore With Love in laces, like a whore, […]

Changing Seasons

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. -George Santayana This work A Pondering Mind is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

If People Walk In The Woods For The Love… Henry David Thoreau

If people walk in the woods for the love of them half of each day, they are in danger of being regarded as loafers; but if they spend their whole days as speculators, shearing off those woods and making earth bald before her time, they are esteemed industrious and enterprising citizens. As if a town […]