I really don't have no regrets. I think that where I am in the stage of my career and in my life made me who I am today.
A soft word pacifies anger, and the discordant words break the harmony of the cosmic diapason, and generate disorders.
When we have many things within ourselves which are neither known nor accepted, then such things complicate our lives horrifyingly, and in fact provoke all sorts of situations which could be avoided through knowledge of ourselves.
Only by realizing what selfishness and lack of generosity really are can the delicious fragrance of true love and effective generosity, which is not of the mind, burst forth in our hearts.
The Intuitive one can read where the Master doesn't write and listen where the Master doesn't talk.
It is ridiculous, frighteningly ridiculous to make wars in the name of peace.
It is painful to comprehend how the mind becomes fixed little by little as time goes by. The mind is the executioner of reality, the slayer of the true; the mind is the destroyer of love.
He swept Raisa up into his arms and kissed her like it was his first, last, and only
I think people like listening to what I call trippy music but maybe next year it will be something else. I still have gangster tracks and real-life stories and situations in my music. I’ve been blessed because over 20 year, I never stopped doing what I was doing. It’s pretty much the same thing and I’ve never really changed anything up.
I love Liverpool. The people are wonderful and I feel very much at home there.
If you should ask me where I've been all this time I have to say "Things happen. " I have to dwell on stones darkening the earth, on the river ruined in its own duration: I know nothing save things the birds have lost, the sea I left behind, or my sister crying. Why this abundance of places? Why does day lock with day? Why the dark night swilling round in our mouths? And why the dead?