Most gulls don’t bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flight – how to get from shore to food and back again.
Having made the decision to love, had I chosen life instead of death?
How can a deer tell when a leaf falls silent in the forest? She hears it breathing differently.
We’re the bridge across forever, arching above the sea, adventuring for our pleasure, living mysteries for the fun of it, choosing disasters triumphs challenges impossible odds, testing ourselves over and again, learning love and love and love!
If we must lose wife or husband when we live to our highest right, we lose an unhappy marriage as well, and we gain ourselves. But if a marriage is born between two already self-discovered, what a lovely adventure begins, hurricanes and all.
No one does anything uncharacteristic of who they are.
You are not the child of the people you call mother and father, but their fellow-adventurer on a bright journey to understand the things that are.
Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love.
The original sin is to limit the Is. Don’t.
Bad things are not the worst things that can happen to us. Nothing is the worst thing that can happen to us!
Live never to be ashamed if anything you say or do is published around the world, even if what is said is not true.
Jonathan is that brilliant little fire that burns within us all, that lives only for those moments when we reach perfection.
The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in a while and watch your answers change.
The world is your exercise book, the pages on which you do your sums. It is not reality, though you may express reality there if you wish. You are also free to write lies, or nonsense, or to tear the pages.
How much to learn if we could spend one hour, spend twenty minutes, with the us we will become! How much could we say to the us we were.
Were we, also, hiking along some cosmic journal page? Were the events about us all part of a message we could understand, if only we found the right perspective from which to read them? Somehow, with our long series of miracles, I thought so.
How is it we’re the lucky ones, living a life that the children-we-were took for dreams?
Choose a love and work to make it true, and somehow, something will happen, something you couldn’t plan, will come along to move like to like, to set you loose, to set you on the way to your next brick wall.
When we put up with any situation we don’t have to put up with, it’s not because we’re dumb. We put up with it, because we want the lesson only that situation can teach, and we want it more than freedom myself.
What matters is how I use what I know, every minute of every day; how I use it to remember, in the midst of the game.