Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren’t you already there?
Your life is a treasure and you are so much more than you know.
Our disasters have been some of the best things that ever happened to us. And what we swore were blessings have been some of the worst.
What a delighted fascination it is, to stand aside and watch our dearest friend perform on stage without us.
Have you ever felt so at one with the world, with the universe, with everything that is, that you were overcome with love? That is reality. That is the truth. What we make of it is up to us, as the painting of the sunrise is up to the artist. In our world humanity has strayed from that love. It lives hatred and power struggles and manipulations of the earth itself for its own narrow reasons. Continue and no one will see the sunrise. The sunrise will always exist, of course, but people on earth will know nothing of it and finally even stories of its beauty will fade from our knowing.
Remember where you came from, where you’re going, and why you created the mess you got yourself into in the first place. You’re going to die a horrible death, remember. It’s all good training, and you’ll enjoy it more if you keep the facts in mind. Take your dying with some seriousness, however. Laughing on the way to your execution is not generally understood by less-advanced life-forms, and they’ll call you crazy.
Keep working on love.
His one sorrow was not solitude, it was that other gulls refused to believe the glory of flight that awaited them; they refused to open their eyes and see.
We are game-playing, fun-having creatures, we are the otters of the universe.
Good-bye, Jon, my friend.” “Good-bye, Sully. We’ll meet again.” And with that, Jonathan held in thought an image of the great gull-flocks on the shore of another time, and he knew with practiced ease that he was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all.
You’ve sacrificed your entire life to be who you are today. Was it worth it?
WE THINK, sometimes, there’s not a dragon left. Not one brave knight, not a single princess gliding through secret forests, enchanting deer and butterflies with her smile. We think sometimes that ours is an age past frontiers, past adventures. Destiny, it’s way over the horizon; glowing shadows galloped past long ago, and gone. What a pleasure to be wrong.
Imagination is an old soul.
Are you telling me that even though it’s changing every second, the sky is always a perfect sky?
A person gets used to being alone, but break it just for a day and you have to get used to it again, all over from the beginning.
The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?
I don’t understand how you manage to love a mob of birds that has just tried to kill you.” “Oh, Fletch, you don’t love that! You don’t love hatred and evil, of course. You have to practice and see the real gull, the good in every one of them, and to help them see it in themselves. That’s what I mean by love. It’s fun, when you get the knack of it.
He’s changing. Every day more remote, protected, distant. He builds fests now for the soulmate he hasn’t found, bricking wall and maze and mountain fortress, dares her to find him at the hidden center of them all Here’s an A in self-protection from the one in the world he might love and who might someday love him.
It’s OK if the world is destroyed,” he said. “There are a thousand million other worlds for us to create and choose from. As long as people want planets, there will be planets to live on.
I want to go back to the Flock, of course. I’ve barely begun with the new group!