Many people have gone further than they thought they could because someone else thought they could.
Love is knowing that you want to spend the rest ofyour life with someone, and not knowing if they want to spend it with you.
Love. What is love? No one can define it, its something so great, only God could design it. Yes, love is beyond, what man can define, for love is immortal, and God's gift is divine.
No matter what you've done for yourself or for humanity, if you can't look back on having given love and attention to your own family, what have you really accomplished?
I have to admit that I fell in love twice. First was with you and the second was with the person you became when you were already mine.
Who sees all beings in his own Self, and his own Self in all beings, loses all fear.
This is the truth: As from a fire aflame thousands of sparks come forth, even so from the Creator an infinity of beings have life and to him return again.
Life is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light. Life is the wind and the rain and the thunder in the sky. Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not, and what beyond is in Eternity.
Ignorant of their ignorance, yet wise In their own esteem, these deluded men, Proud of their vain learning, go round and round Like the blind led by the blind. Far beyond Their eyes, hypnotized by the world of sense, Opens the way to immortality.
As the same fire assumes different shapes When it consumes objects differing in shape, So does the one Self take the shape Of every creature in whom he is present.
The Soul is made of consciousness and mind; it is made of life and vision. It is made of the earth and the waters; it is made of air and space. It is made of light and darkness; it is made of desire and peace. It is made of anger and love; it is made of virtue and vice. It is made of all that is near; it is made of all that is afar. It is made of all.
Know thou the self (spirit) as riding in a chariot, The body as the chariot. Know thou the intellect as the chariot-driver, And the mind as the reins. The senses, they say, are the horses; The objects of sense, what they range over. The self combined with senses and mind Wise men call "the enjoyer."
Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.
The refusal to rest content, the willingness to risk excess on behalf of one?s obsessions, is what distinguishes artists from entertainers, and what makes some artists adventurers on behalf of us all. (on J.D. Salinger)
Someday there is going to be a book about a middle-aged man with a good job, a beautiful wife and two lovely children who still manages to be happy.
There was neither non-existence nor existence then; there was neither the realm of space nor the sky beyond. There was no distinguishing sign of night nor of day. That One breathed, windless, by its own impulse. Other than that there was nothing beyond. Darkness was hidden by darkness in the beginning; with no distinguishing sign, all this was water. The life force that was, was covered with emptiness, that one arose through the power of heat. Desire came upon that one in the beginning; that was the first seed of mind.
The wise ones fashioned speech with their thought, sifting it as grain is sifted through a sieve.
I know many books which have bored their readers, but I know of none which has done real evil.