The republic which sinks to sleep, trusting to constitutions and machinery, to politicians and statesmen, for the safety of its liberties, never will have any.
It's like a Venn diagram of tragedy.
. . . There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. . . Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.
Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.
That's how you know you really trust someone, I think; when you don't have to talk all the time to make sure they still like you or prove that you have interesting stuff to say.
The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day.
he's a story i want to know from page one
At bottom, everything depends upon the presence or absence of one single element in the soul - HOPE
All that you seek is already within you. In Hinduism it is called the Atman, in Buddhism the pure Buddha-Mind. Christ said, 'the kingdom of heaven is within you. ' Quakers call it the ‘still small voice within. ’ This is the space of full awareness that is in harmony with all the universe, and thus is wisdom itself.
If I could say this I wouldn't have to paint.
He who does not understand the supreme certainty of mathematics is wallowing in confusion.