When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And When his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And When he speaks to you believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as […]
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Khalil Gibran (1883 – 1931)
What is needed, rather than running away or controlling or suppressing or any other resistance, is understanding fear; that means, watch it, learn about it, come directly into contact with it. We are to learn about fear, not how to escape from it. Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895 – 1986)
The inner life is the root of the outer one. What is created there, is eventually expressed here. Paul Brunton (1898 – 1981)
If there is so much friction, violence, and tension in the world, it is only because so many individual persons themselves are inwardly experiencing these things… If there is so little real peace in the world, it is only because there is so little real peace in the individuals who live in the world. Paul Brunton (1898 – 1981)
Every time that a fragment of inexpressible truth passes into words that, although they are not able to contain the truth that inspired them, have by their order a perfect correspondence with truth that furnishes support to every spirit that wants to find it. Simone Weil (1909 – 1943)
We do not enter into the truth without having passed through our own nothingness; without having sojourned for a long time in a state of extreme and total humiliation. Simone Weil (1909 – 1943)
We are second-hand people. We have lived on what we have been told, either guided by our inclinations, our tendencies, or compelled to accept by circumstances and environment. We are the result of all kinds of influences, and there is nothing new in us, nothing that we have discovered for ourselves: nothing original, pristine, clear. Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895 – 1986)
Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus. Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882)
The wine of divine Grace is limitless. All limits come only from the limitation of the cup. Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon, How much it can fill your room depends on its windows. Grant a great dignity, my friend, to the cup of your life; Love has designed it to hold His eternal wine. Jalal al-Din […]
