Memory is the scaffolding upon which all mental life is constructed.
A woman's love is quick to turn into a passion for revenge--an obsession that becomes an endless river of blood, flowing on from generation to generation.
Even the sadistic misogyny of Buddha and Christ was nothing but an attempt to gain the better of a vastly superior opponent.
Happiness--a small-scale, endearing, harmonious happiness--surely dwelt here beneath the low-powered lamps in the tiny rooms of these houses. A small-scale happiness and a modest harmony: let a man cry out, let him rage, let him howl with grief with all the power of which he was capable, what more than these could he ever hope to gain in this life?
Praying through is all about CONSISTENCY and INTENSITY. It's 'all-nighter' prayer. It just won't take 'NO' for an answer!
It is better to travel with hope in one's heart than to arrive in safety. . . . We should celebrate today's failure because it is a clear sign that our voyage of discovery is not yet over. The day the experiment succeeds is the day the experiment ends. And I inevitably find that the sadness of ending outweighs the celebration of success.
The snow has not yet left the earth but spring is already asking to enter your heart.
It's the nature of the beast within us to keep going back to the familiar rather than to strap on faith and face the future.