It is part of wisdom never to revisit a wilderness, for the more golden the lily, the more certain that someone has gilded it.
You think I'm deranged! How refreshing. Everyone here takes me so seriously, it's a wonderful change to be thought mentally deficient.
When a great adventure is launched with a powerful thrust, fatigue in the muscles and doubts in the mind are swept away by a fullness that moves life along like a breath from the depths of the soul.
Difficult times do not produce gentility, as if there is an angle hovering over the world of the oppressed.
I believe there is a reason such as autism, severe manic-depression, and schizophrenia remain in our gene pool even though there is much suffering as a result.
Unfortunately, most people never observe the natural cycle of birth and death. They do not realize that for one living thing to survive, another living thing must die.
Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn't happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer?
Kara do you love Brad?' All my heart.' Then how can you let him leave next year?' I guess love isn’t enough sometimes.
Relationship gurus always said that an attraction based on friendship and mutual respect was far more likely to stay the course - and the bastards were right.
You will go on and meet someone else and I'll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.
We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.
The sense of mystery must always be, for mystery means being guided by obedience to Someone Who knows more than I do.
The focusing of attention on the breath is perhaps the most universal of the many hundreds of meditation subjects used worldwide.
In Buddhist practice, the outward and inward aspects of taking the one seat meet on our meditation cushion.
We need to learn how to honor and use a practice for as long as it serves us.
She was tall and dark-skinned and looked like a Nigerian sculpture. She moved like a lioness, her every step bristling with suppressed violence.
The pure perfect truth of life is that we are here to create heaven on earth, to bring the perfection of what is above down to us, and in doing so to become transformed as human being into something great and beautiful.
And whose rules will choose to you follow? God's? Or man's? You say you want to break the outmoded patterns and crate a new model? Then do it. That is part of your destiny, boy.
I certainly don't understand all these strange new feelings inside me--am I here because I love him, or because I owe him?
Emotion is not simply an overplus of feeling; it is life lived at white-heat, a state of wonder. To lose wonder is to lose the true element of religion.
In a sense who you are has always been a story that you told to yourself. Now your self is a story that you tell to others.
