Borglund Clay Quotes & Sayings

What men have seen they know ... — Sophocles

Real music is not for wealth, not for honours or even the joys of the mind ... but as a path for realisation and salvation. — Ali Akbar Khan

There are two things that you have to do in life: You have to die, and you have to live until you die. The rest is up to you. — Urijah Faber

If you don't understand it, don't mess with it. — Louis Armstrong

Remember, if logic were all there really was to the world, then surely all men would ride sidesaddle — Clarissa Pinkola Estes

This was the first time he had seriously confronted what he was doing, and the force of that awareness came very abruptly - with a surging of his pulse and a frantic pounding in his head. He was about to gamble his life on that table, and the insanity of that risk filled him with a kind of awe. — Paul Auster

It is in the nature of any effort to leave something serviceable behind it. — Mary Butts

These masked men were going to bring me to a cleaner place, where things were more sharply distinguished from one another and where I would finally have the space to figure out who I was without other people nudging me all the time into shapes they thought I should have. — Alexandra Kleeman

The Beauty of It If all I have is Now, where will I look for Joy? Without hope for the future, without hope that things will change, with no hope of finding what's been lost, and no hope of restoring the past, with only the risk to crack open all that has hardened about me, what will I do with what I have? At first, this might seem scary or sad, but as a tired swimmer comes ashore surprised to find pearls washing through his legs, I lift my tired head again and again to find all I need is right where I am. But being human, I stray and dream of lives other than my own, and soon I am busy wanting something else, somewhere else, someone else; busy imagining something just out of reach to strive for. It leads me to say if you are unhappy or in pain, nothing will remove these surfaces. But acceptance and a strong heart will crack them like a shell, exposing a softness that has always been, exposing a soft thing waiting to take form. It glows. I think it is the one spirit we all share. — Mark Nepo

If I faltered, there would be no arms to hold me and the world would be a cold and forbidding place. — Roger Bannister