I'll tell you this about the Oscars - they're real.
Avoid popularity; it has many snares, and no real benefit.
It is not real work unless you would rather be doing something else.
It doesn't bother me to work with so much green screen. I prefer real settings obviously.
The trouble with the performance poets is that they don't seem to have read anything. So there is not a real sense of the poetic tradition in their work.
Inflation outstripped real wages for people who work for pay from others.
I've always had the impression that real militants are like cleaning women, doing a thankless, daily but necessary job.
Armaments are necessary - or are maintained on the pretext of necessity - because of a real or an imagined danger of war.
He who loves the vase loves also what is inside.
Love is blind and thinks that others don't see either.
Love is a garden full of flowers and marriage is a field of stinging nettles.
Love is like the moon: now full, now dark.
Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lilies.
Love can neither be bought or sold, its only price is love.
I love pain. Love pain.
Prayer for Love Thank You, Creator of the Universe for the gift of Life you have given me, Thank You for giving me everything that I have ever needed, Thank You for the opportunity to experience this beautiful body and this wonderful mind, Thank You ...
Love is not first a feeling. Though the feelings come later and grow thick in the basic loam of love, they don't constitute the sum and substance of love. Love is doing whatever good God says you must do for another, to please God, whether (at first)...
Now there is a final reason I think that Jesus says, "Love your enemies." It is this: that love has within it a redemptive power. And there is a power there that eventually transforms individuals. Just keep being friendly to that person. Just keep lo...
I went back to the clanging city, I went back where my old loves stayed, But my heart was full of my new love's glory, My eyes were laughing and unafraid. I met one who had loved me madly And told his love for all to hear -- But we talked of a thousa...
Dear Human: You've got it all wrong. You didn't come here to master unconditional love. This is where you came from and where you'll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty Love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole...
We begin to become divine by learning to love like the divine loves. And how does the divine love? It loves everyone-including you-freely and without conditions.
