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One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love -- any love -- reveals us in read more
One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love -- any love -- reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
We love because it's the only true adventure.
We love because it's the only true adventure.
Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. the foundation of such a read more
Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. the foundation of such a method is love.
Competing in sports has taught me that if I'm not willing to give 120 percent, somebody else will.
Competing in sports has taught me that if I'm not willing to give 120 percent, somebody else will.
To understand is to perceive patterns.
To understand is to perceive patterns.
Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and read more
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.
Ama me fideliter!
Fidem meam noto:
De corde totaliter
Et ex mente tota,
Sum presentialiter
Absens in remota."
Lat: "Love read more
Ama me fideliter!
Fidem meam noto:
De corde totaliter
Et ex mente tota,
Sum presentialiter
Absens in remota."
Lat: "Love me faithfully!/See how I am faithful:/With all my heart/And all my soul/I am with you/Though I am far away. - Carmina Burana, "Omnia Sol Temperat".
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
