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The Sun Magazine

Quotations

Sunbeams

The political campaign won’t tire me, for I have an advantage. I can be myself.

John F. Kennedy

Sunbeams

The ancients said: “The hanged man cannot cut himself down.” But in due time Nature is stronger than all his ropes and bonds. It was always so. Where is the reason to be discouraged?

Chuang Tzu

Sunbeams

If you try to look but you don’t touch
Then you won’t touch
And you’ll never feel
And if you don’t feel
You’ll never cry
And if you don’t cry
Then you’ll never heal.

Harry Chapin

Sunbeams

Sometimes it seems to me that in this absurdly random life there is some inherent justice in the outcome of personal relationships. In the long run, we get no more than we have been willing to risk giving.

Sheldon Kopp, If You Meet The
Buddha On The Road, Kill Him

Sunbeams

One’s own self is well hidden from one’s own self: of all mines of treasure, one’s own is the last to be dug up.

Nietzsche

Sunbeams

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes you get rained out.

Satchel Paige

Sunbeams

Each phenomenon on earth is an allegory, and each allegory is an open gate through which the soul, if it is ready, can pass into the interior of the world where you and I and day and night are all one. In the course of his life, every human being comes upon that open gate, here or there along the way; everyone is sometimes assailed by the thought that everything visible is an allegory and that behind the allegory live spirit and eternal life. Few, to be sure, pass through the gate and give up the beautiful illusion for the surmised reality of what lies within.

Herman Hesse, Strange News
From Another Star

Sunbeams

Somehow the realization that nothing was to be hoped for had a salutary effect upon me. For weeks and months, for years, in fact, all my life I had been looking forward to something happening, some extrinsic event that would alter my life, and now suddenly, inspired by the absolute hopelessness of everything, I felt relieved, as if a great burden had been lifted from my shoulders.

Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer