Nothing activates adrenaline production like pain. - Dr. Sienna Brooks
It is not that I belong to the past, but the past that belongs to me.
You went up to be examined with the other Jewish children, your heart heavy about that matter of your nose.
The czar always got his dues, no matter if it ruined a family.
We are not born all at once, but by bits. The body first, and the spirit later; and the birth and growth of the spirit, in those who are attentive to their own inner life, are slow and exceedingly painful. Our mothers are racked with the pains of our physical birth; we ourselves suffer the longer pains of our spiritual growth.
It is only that my illusion is more real to me than reality. And so do we often build our world on an error, and cry out that the universe is falling to pieces, if any one but lift a finger to replace the error by truth.
The past was only my cradle, and now it cannot hold me, because I am grown too big.
Perhaps my whisper was already born before my lips.
I cook all my meals at home.
Language is in the way. Music's in the way. Songs are in the way. Stuff's in the way. That's just our state here. And to acknowledge that we're broken and to even. . . create tradition that helps us embrace that, and to understand that, I think is a very healthy, good thing.
Through meditation one discovers one's own light. That light you can call your soul, your self, your God—whatsoever word you choose—or you can remain just silent because it has no name. It is a nameless experience, tremendously beautiful, ecstatic, utterly silent, but it gives you the taste of eternity, of timelessness, of something beyond death.