All beings want to be happy, yet so very few know how. It is out of ignorance that any of us cause suffering, for ourselves or for others
For all of us, love can be the natural state of our own being; naturally at peace, naturally connected, because this becomes the reflection of who we simply are.
The world is indeed a better place when there is love, friendship, acceptance and hope. Powered by these you can indeed overcome anything including destiny.
I had spent my whole life feeling homesick. The only difference between the two of us was that I didn't know what or where home was.
If a writer starts worring about what he or she has left out or forgotten, they might not be able to write even a single line.
Every reader has found charms by which to secure possession of a page that, by magic, becomes as if never read before, fresh and immaculate.
If the library in the morning suggests an echo of the severe and reasonable wishful order of the world, the library at night seems to rejoice in the world's essential, joyful muddle.
Histories, chronologies and almanacs offer us the illusion of progress, even though, over and over again, we are given proof that there is no such thing.
We are losing our common vocabulary, built over thousands of years to help and delight and instruct us, for the sake of what we take to be the new technology's virtues.
What he was scared of was not that maybe she was a creature who survived by drinking other people's blood. No, it was that she might push him away.
People with large book collections are almost always diligent learners.
I think a power to do something is of value. Whether the result is a good thing or a bad thing depends on how it is used, but the power is a value.
Mid-range, androgynous voice. I first thought that Solaris was a guy. Then a girl. Maybe. Then I gave up trying to figure out which. It would become obvious at some point, or not.
In short, it became possible - never easy, but possible - in the poet Auden's phrase to find the mortal world enough.
Meditation practice is neither holding on nor avoiding; it is a settling back into the moment, opening to what is there.
Through practice, gently and gradually we can collect ourselves and learn how to be more fully with what we do.
I wanted to believe that Makandal flew away, but my wishes can’t fly freely so. They’re rooted to the ground like me, who eats salt.
This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.
A thing is right when it tends to preserve the integrity, stability and beauty of the biotic community. It is wrong when it tends otherwise.
He said he preferred to feel the earth sing through his feet, and that shoes stopped you from hearing the song of the earth.
To those devoid of imagination a blank place on the map is a useless waste; to others, the most valuable part.
