All the natural movements of the soul are controlled 

by laws analogous to those of physical gravity. 

Grace is the only exception. 

Grace fills empty spaces, but it can only enter where there is a void to receive it, 

and it is grace itself which makes this void. 

The imagination is continually at work filling up all the fissures 

through which grace might pass.

Simone Weil 

la danseuse by marsilea

Moments, as soon as they are of finite magnitude, cease to be moments. 

To be given finite bounds is in some measure contrary

 to their continuous increase or decrease. 

We are to conceive them as the just nascent principles of finite magnitudes.

 Isaac Newton. Principia, p. 654.

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We grow sometimes in one dimension, 

                                         and not in another; unevenly. 

We grow partially. We are relative. 

We are mature in one realm, childish in another. 

The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, 

forward, or fix us in the present. 

We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. 

Anaïs Nin

We never live; we are always in the expectation of living.

Voltaire

clear light by wildgoosechase on Flickr

she wants to say not one thing, but many, many things.. 

to catch an entire world in a phrase

Abstraction White Rose by Georgia O'Keeffee 1927