Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and joy and freedom for you, there can be no real peace or joy or freedom for me. To see reality--not as we expect it to be but as it is--is to see that unless we live for each other and in and through each other, we do not really live very satisfactorily; that there can really be life only where there really is, in just this sense, love.
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Marriage is like a bank account. You put it in, you take it out, you lose interest.
Marriage is like a bank account. You put it in, you take it out, you lose interest.
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the read more
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
I don't think I can play any other way but all out. I enjoy the game so much because I'm read more
I don't think I can play any other way but all out. I enjoy the game so much because I'm putting so much into it.
NEIGHBOR, n. One whom we are commanded to love as ourselves, and who does all he knows how to make read more
NEIGHBOR, n. One whom we are commanded to love as ourselves, and who does all he knows how to make us disobedient.
People may or may not say what they mean ... but they always say something designed to get what they read more
People may or may not say what they mean ... but they always say something designed to get what they want.
O you much partial gods!
Why gave ye men affections, and not power
To govern them?
O you much partial gods!
Why gave ye men affections, and not power
To govern them?
Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless.
Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless.
The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, while the heart of the fool is in the read more
The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, while the heart of the fool is in the house of entertainment.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
