We should be inspired by people. . . who show that human beings can be kind, brave, generous, beautiful, strong-even in the most difficult circumstances.
Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.
Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.
I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.
What does it mean that I am in this endless universe, thinking that I'm a man sitting under the stars on the terrace of the earth, but actually empty and awake throughout the emptiness and awakedness of everything? It means that I'm empty and awake, that I know I'm empty and awake, and that there's no difference between me and anything else.
. . . even the most horribl e of nightmares is laced with the promise of dawn.
I've always been a very restless person. I work hard, spend too much time looking after my son, I dance like a mad thing, I learned calligraphy. I go to courses on selling, I read one book after another. But that's all a way of avoiding those moments when nothing is happening, because those blank spaces give me a feeling of absolute emptiness, in which not a single crumb of love exists.
In all relationships, regardless of their nature, there comes that moment when you understand that there are some things you will never understand. When you are standing in that moment, just be right with it.
It was sad music. But it waved its sadness like a battle flag. It said the universe had done all it could, but you were still alive.