You're sort of programmed a certain way because of your environment. That's all you know. But we don't have that anymore because of the internet. Because of the internet we're all communicating with each other all across the board, so you're getting ...
If we cannot end now our differences, at least we can help make the world safe for diversity. For, in the final analysis, our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's ...
If the many and the One be indeed the same Reality, then it is not all modes of worship alone, but equally all modes of work, all modes of struggle, all modes of creation, which are paths of realization. No distinction, henceforth, between sacred and...
In the peaceful moments of night, Whenever i remember you..! At that moment, Me beg to Allah Almighty For your eternal happiness..! I pray to Him, All griefs, all tears and all sorrows, In your fate, Shift to mine..! And, All possible joys of mine, S...
In the peaceful moments of night, Whenever i remember you..! At that moment, Me beg to Allah Almighty For your eternal happiness..! I pray to Him, All griefs, all tears and all sorrows, In your fate, Shifts to mine..! And, All possible joys of mine, ...
Not all that is black is charcoal.
It is no shame at all to work for money.
Patience is poultice for all wounds.
All that is round is not a cake.
All is never said.
All fools are brothers.
Work is the source of all good.
All is fair in love and war.
All's grist that comes to the mill.
All slang is metaphor, and all metaphor is poetry.
To deliver your own personal maximum, you’ll realise there are no shortcuts; if you want to be a champion it is all about rolling your sleeves up and getting stuck in.
My heart is so light that it's amazing. I get to play all this grief, all this loss, all this disaster and chaos. It's hysterically funny. I am very light.
All art began as sacred art, you know? I mean, all painting began as religious painting. All writing began as religious writing.
But what now? What am I supposed to do with all these feelings?
We all have purpose. We are all guardians. We are the angels and we are the demons. We are all gods if we choose to be. Believe.
It's what you learn after you know it all that counts.
