My friend's words
God never puts you through more than you can handle.
He who learns must suffer. In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.
Man is already where he needs to be, where he is meant to be. Man is in paradise. The garden of Eden has never been left, nobody can expel you from it. But you can fall asleep, you can start dreaming a thousand and one things. Then those dreams become your reality, and the reality fades far away, becomes unreal.
Appreciate your learning process, for it is of equal value to have realized there is a need for change as for the change itself.
When one has nothing to lose, one becomes courageous.
We are timid only when there is something we can still cling to.
Mind is the forerunner of (all evil) states. Mind is chief; mind-made are they. If one speaks or acts with wicked mind, suffering follows one, even as the wheel follows the hoof of the draught-ox.
The difference between men is in their principle of association. Some men classify objects by color and size and other accidents of appearance; others by intrinsic likeness, or by the relation of cause and effect. The progress of the intellect is to the clearer vision of causes, which neglects surface differences. To the poet, to the philosopher, to the saint, all things are friendly and sacred, all events profitable, all days holy, all men divine. For the eye is fastened on the life, and slights the circumstance. Every chemical substance, every plant, every animal in its growth, teaches the unity of cause, the variety of appearance.
"In fact the opposition of instinct and reason is mainly illusory. Instinct, intuition, or insight is what first leads to the beliefs which subsequent reason confirms or confutes; but the confirmation, where it is possible, consists, in the last analysis, of agreement with other beliefs no less instinctive. Reason is a harmonising, controlling force rather than a creative one. Even in the most purely logical realms, it is insight that first arrives at what is new."
I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies; for the hardest victory is over self.
Intelligence is a natural phenomenon — just as breathing is, just as seeing is. Intelligence is the inner seeing; it is intuitive. It has nothing to do with the intellect, remember.
A really egoless person is not humble at all.
He is neither arrogant nor humble; he is simply himself.
Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them
with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke
the life from your dream. Water them with optimism and
solutions and you will cultivate success. Always be on
the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity
for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture
your dream.
"In the round valley I saw a people weep
As they came on, all silent, at the pace
Our Litanies, in their processions keep.
When deeper down my eyes perused the place,
Each appeared strangely to be wrenched awry
Between the upper chest and lower face.
For toward the reins the chin was screwed, whereby
With gait reversed they were constrained to go,
For to look forth this posture would deny.
Perhaps by palsy's overmastering throe
Some may have been thus quite distorted, yet
I ne'er saw such, nor think it could be so.
Reader, so God vouchsafe thee fruit to get
Of what thou readest, think now in thy mind
If I could keep my cheeks from being wet
When this our image in such twisted kind
I saw, that tears out of their eyelids prest
Ran down their buttocks by the cleft behind.
Truly I wept, apposed upon the breast
Of the hard granite, so that my Guide said:
'Art thou then still so foolish, like the rest?
Here pity lives when it is rightly dead.
What more impiety can he avow
Whose heart rebelleth at God's judgment dread?'"
Inferno, Canto XX, Lines 7-30
"Ah! Divine Justice! Who crowds throe on throe,
Toil upon Toil, such as mine eyes now met?
Why doth our guilt so ruin us and undo?"
Inferno, Canto VII, Lines 19-21
"Here lamentation, groans, and wailings deep
Reverberated through the starless air,
So that it made me at the beginning weep.
Uncouth tongues, horrible shriekings of despair,
Shrill and faint voices, cries of pain and rage,
And, with it all, smiting of hands, were there,
Making a tumult, nothing could assuage,
To swirl in the air that knows not day or night,
Like sand within the whirlwind's eddying cage."
Inferno, Canto III, Lines 22-30
There is no greater sorrow
Than to be mindful of the happy time
In misery.
"I never really believed that to understand or appreciate a good book you have to know who the author is."
Just steadily go on with your koan every moment of your life. . . . Whether walking or sitting, let your attention be fixed upon it without interruption. When you begin to find it entirely devoid of flavour, the final moment is approaching: do not let it slip out of your grasp. When all of a sudden something flashes out in your mind, its light will illumine the entire universe, and you will see the spiritual land of the Enlightened Ones.
To shake off the dust of human ambition
I sit on moss in Zen robes of stillness,
While through the window,
In the setting sun of late autumn,
Falling leaves whirl
And drop to the ground.
Supreme art is a traditional statement of certain heroic and religious truth, passed on from age to age, modified by individual genius, but never abandoned.
Keep yourself from worries and sorrow.
Seize with all your might this fleeting life.
Yesterday is already far, tomorrow not yet arrived;
Be happy for a moment, this moment is your life.
Fill the bountiful cup!
Life's disgrace, drunkenness paradise.
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.
"Knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom. Mastering others is strength; mastering yourself is true power.
"By letting it go it all gets done. The world is won by those who let it go. But when you try and try, the world is beyond the winning."
"Destiny grants us our wishes, but in its own way, in order to give us something beyond our wishes. "
Every man has some reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends. He has others which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. But finally there are still others which a man is even afraid to tell himself, and every decent man has a considerable number of such things stored away. That is, one can even say that the more decent he is, the greater the number of such things in his mind.
"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
Real life has to be lived without habits.
You have heard, again and again you have been told, "Drop bad habits."
I tell you: Drop habit as such! There are not good and bad habits:
all habits are bad. Remain without habits, live without habits; then you
live moment-to-moment out of freedom.
The moment innocence disappears, the soul of intelligence is gone,
it is a corpse. It is better to call it simply "intellect." It can make you a great intellectual, but it will not transform your life and it will not make you open to the mysteries of existence.
To be aware, without condemnation or justification, of the activities of the self, - just to be aware - is sufficient.
Self-knowledge, comes into being when we are aware, of ourselves in relationship, which shows what we are from moment to moment.
Relationship is a mirror in which to see ourselves as we actually are.
Understanding can come only at the appropriate time, and no one can say when.
All that can be said is that the understanding cannot come so long as there is expectation, so long as there is a "me" wanting it.
"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin... let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead,
Scribbling on the sky the message: He is Dead.
Put crepe bows 'round the necks of public doves,
Let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East, my West.
My working week and my Sunday rest. My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one.
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour out the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
How many lives do we live? How many times do we die? They say we all lose 21 grams... at the exact moment of our death. Everyone. And how much fits into 21 grams? How much is lost? When do we lose 21 grams? How much goes with them? How much is gained? How much is gained? Twenty-one grams. The weight of a stack of five nickels. The weight of a hummingbird. A chocolate bar. How much did 21 grams weigh?