I realized the only person I can control is me.
I do not want to just read books; I want to crawl inside them and live there.
Everything is temporary; Emotions, thoughts, people and scenery. Do not become attached, just flow with it.
That the birds of worry and care fly over you head, this you cannot change, but that they build nests in your hair, this you can prevent.” – Chinese Proverb.
Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God is one Lord: and thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment. And the second commandment is like it: you shall love your neighbor as yourself. There is no other commandment greater than these.
The one thing that we need to escape is our minds, but our minds are the one thing that we cannot escape from.
Why would anyone set out to break the heart of someone he loved? Why would anyone intentionally cause that kind of pain? Why did people kill each other? Because they enjoyed it.
Magic. I draw with silver and it turns red.
A happy moment can last a lifetime if you remember to smile when you think of it.
Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon, and each month it cries for a love it will never touch.
Don’t depend on anyone too much. Even your shadow leaves when it’s dark.
What exactly is the difference between a dream and waking experience? What happens to the sense of “I” in dreamless sleep? And they sought invariants: in the constantly changing flow of human experience, is there anything that remains the same? In the constantly changing flow of thought, is there an observer who remains the same? Is there any thread of continuity, some level of reality higher than waking, in which these states of mind cohere?
I like to think we’re all born to do good, but dark things sometimes get in the way.
Even the most ignorant person on earth can experience union with God in perfect love by practicing contemplation in the beauty of humility.
What a tiny speck of dust I am compared to the rest of this universe.
The days are long, the years are short, but the laundry is forever.
If only parents would listen! If only they would let us talk instead of forever and eternally and continuously harping and preaching and nagging and correcting and yacking, yacking, yacking! But they won’t listen! They simply won’t or can’t or don’t want to listen, and we kids keep winding up back in the same old frustrating, lost, lonely corner with no one to relate to either verbally or physically.
Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.” Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten- the secrets of married women by Carol Mason.
Very private people have mastered the art of telling you little about themselves but doing it in such a way you think you know a lot.