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Share in the accounts and discoveries of the many individuals who, just like you, set out to find new, true answers that could stand up to the test of passing time with its ever-changing conditions. Welcome these inward and uplifting thoughts as if they were your own, for in one sense… they are.
One is never afraid of the unknown; one is afraid of the known coming to an end.
From a distance it is something; nearby it is nothing.
It is love that asks, that seeks, that knocks, that finds, and that is faithful to what it finds.
To a mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders.
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope. For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.
Since I’ve learned to be silent, everything has come so much closer to me.
God never ceases to speak to us, but the noise of the world without, and the tumult of our passions within, bewilder us, and prevent us from listening. All must be silent around us, and all must be still within us, when we would listen with our whole souls to this voice. It is a still, small voice, and is only heard by those who listen to no other. Alas! How seldom is it that the soul is so still that it can hear when God speaks to it!
The wish to untie, through understanding of their true nature, the chains of selfishness and sensuality — this is the yearning for freedom.
May all I am and do return to praise the One!
Our energy is in proportion to the resistance we meet.
What do you suppose will satisfy the soul except to walk free and own no superior?
Don’t you remember on earth there were things too hot to touch with your finger but you could drink them all right? Shame is like that. If you will accept it — if you will drink the cup to the bottom — you will find it very nourishing; but try to do anything else with it and it scalds.
Who would not poverty for riches yield? A hovel sell to buy a treasure-field?
The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.
Delusions, errors, and lies are like huge, gaudy vessels, the timbers of which are faulty, and those who embark on them are asking to be shipwrecked.
The chief result gained by experience is clearness of view. This is what distinguishes the man of mature age… it is only then that he sees things plainly, and takes them for what they really are, while in earlier years he saw a phantom-world, put together with the whims and imaginations of his own mind… the real world was hidden from him, or the vision of it distorted. The first thing that experience does is to free us from the phantoms of the mind.
As a man in his sleep doubts the reality of his nightmares and yearns to awaken and return to real life, so the average man of our day cannot, in the depths of his heart, believe the terrible condition in which he finds himself — and which is growing worse and worse — to be a reality. He yearns to attain to a higher reality, the consciousness of which is already within him… Our average man has but to make a conscious effort and ask himself, “Is not all this an illusion?” in order to feel like an awakened sleeper, transported from a hypocritical and horrible nightmare-world into a living, peaceful, and joyous world of reality.
All’s well that ends well yet,
Though time seem so adverse and means unfit.
Every one of us, whatever our speculative opinions, knows better than he practices, and recognizes a better law than he obeys.
Whatever you do, act always in full presence of mind. Be thoughtful in eating and drinking, in walking or standing, in sleeping or waking, while talking or being silent.
I am convinced, both by faith and experience, that to maintain one’s self on this earth is not a hardship but a pastime, if we will live simple and wisely.
The sharp edge of a razor is difficult to pass over; thus the wise say the path to Salvation is hard.
Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly. Let it cut more deep. Let it ferment and season you as few human or even divine ingredients can. Something missing in my heart tonight has made my eyes so soft, my voice so tender, my need of God absolutely clear.
All the various ideas that arise making us believe that we require something external to make us happy are obstructions to that perfection.
What is the use of going right over the old track again? You must make tracks into the unknown.
