“Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.”
It’s most beautiful a brutality - give me a lifetime of it.
Life & Naansense (L&N) realized that isn’t truly Life-y, if it flows only in one direction. L&N has opened the gates for submissions. Of any kind. By anyone. At any time.
L&N likes nonsense. Thrives on it.
Don’t think, just submit. Nonsense should never go unshared.
Please spread the word - Life is growing.
There’s no competitive advantage today in knowing more than the person next to you. The world doesn’t care. The world cares about what you can do with what you know – do you have the skill, do you have the will.
The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life.
I hope we can make goodness such a common thing, that there is no need to exalt those who practice it.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed
by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.
So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.
Go far. Stay long. See deep. And may the sun rise twice before you sleep.
One who makes no mistakes, makes nothing at all.
Giacomo Casanova
These days people don’t see things for what they are; they see them for what they are told to be.
Those who say it cannot be done, shouldn’t interrupt those who are doing it.
Too many people spend money they haven’t earned, to buy things they don’t want, to impress people they don’t like.
Many people think they are thinking when they are merely rearranging their prejudices.
Gods are fragile things, they may be killed by a whiff of science or a dose of common sense.
Take a year. Give it a try. When you’re fifty years old, you will have spent two percent of your life trying to make your dream come true. And when you look back, I think you’ll realize it was a good two percent.
Sip the warmth from your mug, grab a cushion, and turn down the music - there is much to be said.loading tweets…
lrvin
allthatglittered
writerbloc
khagta
the-bromantic-era
comakid
awritersruminations
woodendreams
jayarrarr
et-l
rubenfeld
discoverynews
theburiedlife
explore-blog
dear-photograph
mpdrolet
instagram
itsjohnsen
leaveyouapen
between-letters
crashinglybeautiful
reuters
andrewstichbury
condenasttraveler
latimes
onionlike
headlikeanorange
gq
enroutemagazine
someecards
tylerknott
anthonybourdain
timelightbox
life
betterthanbuoyant
travel91days
visual-poetry
theburninghouse
pascalcampion
theartofanimation
nedhepburn
staff
emmastraub
thatschoolinthevillage
brooklyntomars
biocurator
thereconstructionists
srbachchan
neuroticthought
thetargetbird
iamjapanese
operahousegirl
digitalfaun
mymusea
somewhereintheworldtoday
charlottetrouncewhatshouldwecallweddingphoto
samlim
jhnmyr
mygola
fly-shine-blue-yes
princessharryisacupcake
izziewilburyive-got-my-gypsy-soul-to-blame
splitsoul
freshmenfriday
vasudhawadhera
itsbetterinthewind
writeclicktravel
bhumikab
mithilamehta
storyboard
traceusback-
localparty
broken-swan
scintillatinglyordinary
mishamariam
ishmishphotography
drvivekm
storiesaboutbooks
