Feelings of heat and cold, pleasure and pain, are caused by the contact of the senses with their objects. They come and they go, never lasting long. You must accept them.
Meditation here is not reflection or any other kind of discursive thinking. It is pure concentration: training the mind to dwell on an interior focus without wandering, until it becomes absorbed in the object of its contemplation. But absorption does not mean unconsciousness. The outside world may be forgotten, but meditation is a state of intense inner wakefulness.
They say you’re not punished for your sins, you’re punished by them.
Hold my hand in yours, and we will not fear what hands like ours can do.
We are all in the same game, just different levels, dealing with the same hell, just different devils.
You can’t hurt a man with a pinprick when he’s already got a spear in his chest.
Human beings cannot live without challenge. We cannot live without meaning. Everything ever achieved we owe to this inexplicable urge to reach beyond our grasp, do the impossible, know the unknown. The Upanishads would say this urge is part of our evolutionary heritage, given to us for the ultimate adventure: to discover for certain who we are, what the universe is, and what is the significance of the brief drama of life and death we play out against the backdrop of eternity.
My logic went as follows: If someone hurts you then you automatically want revenge. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, you want revenge. I thought, if I hurt her enough she would want revenge. Therefore, I wouldn’t have to worry about never seeing her again. Because that is what I feared most. The fact that I was losing her.
There is the house whose people sit in darkness; dust is their food and clay is their meat. They are clothed like birds with wings for covering, they see no light, they sit in darkness. I entered the house of dust and I saw the kings of the earth, their crowns put away for ever...
You are a warrior in a dark forest, with no compass and are unable to tell who the actual enemy is, So you never feel safe...
The devil whispers “you cannot withstand the storm”. The warrior replies “I am the storm”.
There is no joy in the finite; there is joy only in the Infinite.
I stopped explaining myself when I realized other people only understand from their level of perception.
Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home.
We live in biological time, and we have beginnings, middles, and ends.
The same thing happened to me, only worse. Worse because it happened to me.
She was very attentive. That was it. She knew how to handle a guy. She made you feel like it was okay to be a guy. To be yourself. This, it seems to me, is the most devastating weapon of all in a woman’s arsenal. If you can encourage the man to be himself, to give you his character, his ways, then you know how to navigate him, and therefore, he will never be able to hide from you.
Knowledge is knowing that Frankenstein is not the monster. Wisdom is knowing that Frankenstein IS the monster.
Reading can seriously damage your Ignorance.
As a person acts, so he becomes in life. Those who do good become good; those who do harm become bad. Good deeds make one pure; bad deeds make one impure. You are what your deep, driving desire is. As your desire is, so is your will. As your will is, so is your deed. As your deed is, so is your destiny.