We live in a world where joy is possible, love is possible, happiness is possible; where all things are possible, if we're willing to take the time, take a chance, take a breath and step off the edge of everything that is for the sake of everything that might be.
If we all could be a true friend to someone, praying and encouraging one person somehow, that's a first step in being part of making the world a better place.
And in any case, to the old man, when the world becomes trite, the triteness arises not so much from a cessation as from a transference of interest. What is taken from this world is given to the next. The glory is in the east in the morning, it is in the west in the afternoon, and when it is dark the splendour is irradiating the realm of the under-world. He would only follow.
Unfortunately it's hard for me to be a fanboy for anything these days just because I see so much music. And it's not a namedropping thing, but there's just not that many people in this certain small little genre world we live in that I don't know or am not acquainted with. And I like them all; I get along with pretty much everyone. It wouldn't be unusual to see a thousand collaborations at some point.
Much of the ill-tempered railing against women that has characterized the popular writing of the last two years is a half-heartedattempt to find a way back to a more balanced relationship between our biological selves and the world we have built. So women are scolded both for being mothers and for not being mothers, for wanting to eat their cake and have it too, and for not wanting to eat their cake and have it too.
It's like coming back to the womb. I'm coming back to my mum and it's wonderful to see her. It's the best space in the world. If it wasn't for this place I don't know what I'd have done with my life.
She had nothing in this world but her two hands and her crazy love for Jesus, who seemed, for his part, never to have heard of her.
the contemplation of this world beckoned like a liberation
You were aimed from birth: you will never be alone. . . The whole wide world pours down.
In a world where the name of God is sometimes associated with vengeance and even a duty of hatred and violence, this message is both timely and significant.
The world needs your story in order to be complete.
(Punk rock is) lunging after some glimpse of a new and better world.
The world is not made of countries and outsiders. We are all just humans, and most of us fools and all of us longing for more than we have, to know more than we know--and yet even that is not enough, for if we knew everything we would only be disappointed that there was not one more secret to uncover.
Style is all about your individual sense of how you want to present yourself to the world. It's about loving what you've got instead of wishing for what you're not.
You and I are the force for transformation in the world. We are the consciousness that will define the nature of the reality we are moving into.
When we live moment to moment, we place ourselves at the center of life, where infinite wisdom abides, rather than on the periphery, where things are forever changing and we are susceptible to the vagaries of the world. It is in our awareness each moment of our oneness with God that our inner peace and greatest strength lie.
Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.
We have to shine a bright light on horrific moments in society if we're going to create a better world for our children.
In the life of nations, what in the last resort decides questions is a kind of Judgment Court of God. . . Always before god and the world the stronger has the right to carry through what he wills.
In the struggle between yourself and the world second the world.