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The best quotes by Albert Einstein

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“I speak to everyone in the same way, whether he is the garbage man or the president of the university.”

“Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.”

“Everyone must become their own person, however frightful that may be.”

“Conviction is a good motive, but a bad judge.”

“Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.”

“A society’s competitive advantage will come not from how well its schools teach the multiplication and periodic tables, but from how well they stimulate imagination and creativity.”

“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

“Any society which does not insist upon respect for all life must necessarily decay.”

“There is nothing to fear but fear itself.”

“Unthinking respect for authority is the greatest enemy of truth”

“Don’t do anything that goes against your conscience, even if your country says so.”

“If a man aspires towards a righteous life, his first act of abstinence is from injury to animals.”

“Intelligence is not the ability to store information, but to know where to find it.”

“A clever person solves a problem. A wise person avoids it.”

“We must be prepared to make the same heroic sacrifices for the cause of peace that we make ungrudgingly for the cause of war.”

“Once a day allow yourself the freedom to dream…”

“Let every man be respected as an individual and no man idolised.”

“To dwell on the things that depress or anger us does not help in overcoming them. One must knock them down alone.”

“The really valuable thing in the pageant of human life seems to me not the political state, but the creative, sentient individual, the personality; it alone creates the noble and the sublime, while the herd as such remains dull in thought and dull in feeling.”

“Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.”

“Just because you don’t believe in something doesn’t mean it isn’t true.”

Worked in many sectors including recruitment and marketing. Lucky to have found a soulmate who was then taken far too soon. No intention of moving on and definitely not moving to Thailand for the foreseeable future. Might move forward. Owned by a cat.

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Why write even if no one will read ?

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 I had always imagined I would write,  so many of us feel we ‘have a book in us’ that we have something to impart. Maybe knowledge ,  a story, a tale, a need to impart some sort of fantasy perhaps but actually setting things down is huge and is so daunting to make that first initial sentence that  so often nothing is ever quite good enough.

I have always been drawn to a notebook, is there anything so beautifully pure perfect and pristine as a brand new notebook, they fall into categories of sacredness, the reporters notebook, now they are easy to fill in because they have pages you can tear out… the cheap notebooks that you can tear a page out of with a spiral binding.

Even the beautiful covers don’t stop me from using them because I can get rid of anything that no longer pleases me easily. But…those notebooks that are bound…that you have to keep intact, they are special. How do you write that first word? I have a pile of such notebooks in my room, they have been gifts from friends and relatives who know my love of a place to write but would they be sad to see they are still pristine?

You see the more beautiful and special a book is to me the more important it is that the first page is filled with something worthy…and so for years they can sit on my bookcase taunting me with their beautiful creamy or stark white pages, thick and textured or thin and crisp,  plain or lined ,leather bound or with a picture or binding that calls to my heart.

I have not forgotten these notebooks, I am simply waiting for the day something is special enough to write on that first virgin page. I might use a sharp hard pencil or a smooth ballpoint, it might require real ink or even a felt tip or purple ink! But I will know when I am ready. Until recently I had loved to keep things for ‘special’ but I have been sharply reminded that tomorrow is a gift for many and we need to burn our scented candles, use our best china and spray our expensive perfume all over ourselves. So I will begin to write in my notebooks…and try not to think about what is good enough to enter the pages.

We write for so many reasons to explain and refine our ideas to others and ourselves. I do not believe myself to be a ‘writer’  I doubt my ideas and  subjects , I worry that the style is pedantic, strange and immature. A nagging voice in my head whispers I am  wasting my time. But I have found at this time of grief I am passing through writing has become  as essential to my well being as good for me as eating well or getting enough sleep.

It  builds my  sense of worth. Allows me to lose myself into another world and relieves stress. And reminds me of the parts of life that are beautiful and interesting.

Writing has made me stop hiding from the memories that hurt so much with the loss of not being able to make more and to mine my past, pulling jewels from darkness, discovering the  strength and beauty that I had and still carry in my heart.

2That is why I write – to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.– Paulo Coelho

I hope that some of my words might possibly help others also. Those who might stumble across something I have written and find it resonates with them so they no longer feel alone and see that their thoughts and fears are others also, they are not alone.

I want to help people who have found the cruel unexpectedness of life and death to find their way through the long lonely months of life’s twists and turns. Others might not know how to speak and explain their depth of caring but might find penning a poem or letter easier or just a little gift of thought and empathy, This poem was written and  sent to a friend of mine and it is beautiful in its simplicity band depth of love expressed,

Trying not to feel the pain

Of never seeing you again

Trying not to feel too bad

Trying to remember when

Thinking of you now and then

So many thoughts and words unheard

When you left without a word

By Carole Ford

Sorrow and pain need an outlet and the act of writing be it for an audience or just a diary gives us a chance to work through things, to give voice to sorrow, which also gives us a chance to heal. It  lets us frame the terribleness of dark feelings into something definable, even if we struggle to make it manageable.

“Writing eases my suffering . . . writing is my way of reaffirming my own existence.” – Gao Xingjian

Mostly I write for fun and love. To give voice to my thoughts and feelings to share with others regardless of if they will ever actually read and to fill my time in a way that is pleasurable but makes me feel it has value.

“Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.” – Gloria Steinem

I would encourage you all to write, jot down those little anecdotes of family history, your voice can be carried through time the way a picture can but tell so much more of you. Don’t let yourself be lost…tell the world your stories or thoughts or feelings. Write poems , a diary, or simply your favourite family recipes. Your children and grandchildren will one day read and get a glimpse into your heart and soul in a way a photograph could never have done.

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