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Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to read more
Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep.
The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstacy read more
The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstacy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed. -I. Krishnamurti.
In a progressive country change is constant; change is inevitable.
In a progressive country change is constant; change is inevitable.
Other things may change us, but we start and end with family
Other things may change us, but we start and end with family
Everything in life is connected somehow. You may have to dig deep to find it but its there. Everything is read more
Everything in life is connected somehow. You may have to dig deep to find it but its there. Everything is the same even though its different. Somehow everything connects back with your life. The faces in certain places may be different, but the situation is the same. Irony is a hidden factor that creeps around us in life, letting its presence felt only after it has left. Picture back to a year ago and the situation you were in. Look at how things are different yet somehow everything it still in someway cognate. Everything connects together to form the balance of life, to maintain structure. Change is and always will be inevitable, but everything is relative, and all the moments and times in your life will come back around again, you just might find yourself on the other side of the coin. Things are always changing, as fast as everything stays the same.
Whose foot is on the treadle/That turns the burning stars/Has spun the world half way round/Since last I called/Come down, read more
Whose foot is on the treadle/That turns the burning stars/Has spun the world half way round/Since last I called/Come down, come down.
That stars that in September/Looked through the mournful rain/Now set their sight again/Upon a world half night, half light
Men of distant years have said/That much depends on change of seasons/On solstices and equinox/And they have given reasons.
I disagree./Too much turns on inadvertence/On what seems to be/An accident of hand and knee/A chance sunrise/A glance of eyes.
And Seaman, just like a falling oak, manages to change direction.
And Seaman, just like a falling oak, manages to change direction.
The only man who behaved sensibly was my tailor; he took my measurement anew every time he saw me, while read more
The only man who behaved sensibly was my tailor; he took my measurement anew every time he saw me, while all the rest went on with their old measurements and expected them to fit me.
Longing not so much to change things as to overturn them.
[Lat., Non tam commutandarum, quam evertendarum rerum cupidi.]
Longing not so much to change things as to overturn them.
[Lat., Non tam commutandarum, quam evertendarum rerum cupidi.]
