Quote on balance

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"You see, we cannot draw lines and compartments and refuse to budge beyond them. Sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping-stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair."
He paused, considering what he had just said. "Yes," he repeated. "In the end, it's all a question of balance."

~ Rohinton Mistry

Quote on balance

Source: Unknown/Favim.com

"You see, we cannot draw lines and compartments and refuse to budge beyond them. Sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping-stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair."
He paused, considering what he had just said. "Yes," he repeated. "In the end, it's all a question of balance."

~ Rohinton Mistry

Snowdrops

Photo credit: jdurham from morguefile.com

Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know

what despair is; then

winter should have meaning for you.

I did not expect to survive,

earth suppressing me. I didn't expect

to waken again, to feel

in damp earth my body

able to respond again, remembering

after so long how to open again

in the cold light

of earliest spring--

afraid, yes, but among you again

crying yes, risk joy

in the raw wind of the new world.

~ Louise Gluck

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Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Snowdrops

Photo credit: jdurham from morguefile.com

Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know

what despair is; then

winter should have meaning for you.

I did not expect to survive,

earth suppressing me. I didn't expect

to waken again, to feel

in damp earth my body

able to respond again, remembering

after so long how to open again

in the cold light

of earliest spring--

afraid, yes, but among you again

crying yes, risk joy

in the raw wind of the new world.

~ Louise Gluck

____________________________________

Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe