|He mai e ku u hoaaloha
Ua ao ka ao ao upena nei, ua hiki mai la oe.
Translation: You are welcome, my friend.
Light comes to this webpage, because you are here.
|And silence, like a poultice, comes to heal the blows of sound
-- Oliver Wendell Holmes
It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.
-- Henry David Thoreau
|I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds with quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass, and the grass rise.
And, when lights begin to show up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine, and then start down!
-- Edna St. Vincent Millay
|Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in awhile,
you could miss it.
-- Matthew Broderick, "Ferris Bueller's Day Off"
Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited.
Imagination encircles the world.
-- Charles Kingsley
|Love is a force that connects us to every strand of the universe, an
unconditional state that characterizes human nature, a form of knowledge
that is always there for us, if only we can open ourselves to it.
-- Charles Kingsley
Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on
silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise
and distract humanity from the essence of life.
-- Jean Arp
|Most people wander through life half asleep; the fortunate few that are fully
awake spend every moment of every day in a state of constant amazement.
-- Author Unknown
Besides the noble art of getting things done, there is the noble art of
leaving things undone. The wisdom of life consists in the elimination
-- Lin Yutang
|See how nature---trees, flowers, grass---grows in silence; see the stars,
the moon and the sun, how they move in silence. We need silence
to be able to touch souls.
-- Mother Teresa
In the rush and noise of life, as you have intervals, step home within
yourself and be still...this will carry you evenly through your day's business.
-- William Penn
|Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.
And sweetest in the gale is heard; and sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird that kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land, and on the strangest sea;
Yet, never in extremity, it asked a crumb of me.
-- Emily Dickinson