Sometimes you need a little reminder that beauty isn't just decoration; it's a kind of quiet insistence that goodness persists. I keep a note on my desk with a line from Ray Bradbury's 'Dandelion Wine': "The sun burned every day. It burned Time. The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was busy burning the years and the people anyway, without any help from me. So if I sometimes forgot, and thought that time was mine, who could blame me?" It's not a cheerleader quote, but it centers me—this immense, relentless beauty of the universe that goes on regardless of my small worries, which somehow makes those worries smaller.
Another one I return to is from Catherynne M. Valente's 'The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making': "Let me tell you something. Something important. The world is made of stories, not of atoms." When I feel overwhelmed by data and doomscrolling, that shifts my focus. The beautiful thing becomes the narrative we're all part of, the one we can choose to make lovely. It turns my day around not with empty optimism, but with a sense of agency to find or craft a better story in the mundane.