The emphasis on practice is because it is the only time in your life you can steer your karmic situation.
I felt myself being invaded through and through, I crumbled, disintegrated, and only emptiness remained.
Everything is explicable in the terms of the behavior of a small child.
Man does not create gods, in spite of appearances. The times, the age, impose them on him. Man can serve his age or rebel against it, but the target of his cooperation or rebellion comes to him from outside.
Really, one of us ought to have the courage to call the experiment off and shoulder the responsibility for the decision, but the majority reckons that that kind of courage would be a sign of cowardice, and the first step in a retreat. They think it would mean an undignified surrender for mankind as if there was any dignity in floundering and drowning in what we don't understand and never will.
The number of one's possible fantasies is inversely proportional to the amount of one's liquid assets. For him who has everything dreams are no longer possible.
The twentieth century had dispensed with the formal declaration of war and introduced the fifth column, sabotage, cold war, and war by proxy, but that was only the begining. Summit meetings for disarmament pursued mutual understanding and a balance of power but were also held to learn the strengths and weaknesses of the enemy. The world of the war-or-peace alternative became a world in which war was peace and peace war.
Roxane: His face is like yours, burning with spirit and imagination. He is proud and noble and young and fearless and beautiful- Cyrano:(losing all his colour. ) Beautiful! Roxane: Yes. What's wrong? Cyrano: With me? Nothing. It's only. . . only. . . (Displaying his bandaged hand, with a little smile. ) This fatal wound.
The pathetic almost always consists in the detail of little events.
On Wall Street, there is no "Wall Street"; there are individuals.
When it is winter and we must walk in the blizzard snow do not our fingers and toes whisper death And when winter is at last over. . . can we not hear our bellies whisper death to us In the dark don't we know And when we are paralyzed by nightmares We know what you are. With our first cries we rail against you. We see you in every drop of blood in every tear.