Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~ Kevin Arnold
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Sensuality often makes love grow too quickly, so that the root remains weak and is easy to pull out.
~Friedrich Nietzsche
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The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.
~Friedrich Nietzsche
Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love; it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so.
~Franz Kafka
“For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.”
— Stephen King
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“Ripe for romance? Is that not only the self-conscious and sensitive young man’s way of saying he was heavy with passion? Is not, perhaps, romance only the fiction by means of which the tender-minded negotiate their lust?”
— Trevanian
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Your true being exists prior to the arising of any concept. Can you, as an object, understand something that existed prior to the arising of a concept? In the absence of consciousness, is there any proof of the existence of anything? Consciousness itself is mind, is thought, is all phenomena, all manifestation. Apprehending this is being dead to ‘I am the body’ while alive. This kind of knowledge comes only in a rare case, and is a very elusive kind of knowledge where no effort is necessary; in fact, effort itself is a hindrance. It is intuitive understanding.”~ Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
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The art of blending reality with imagination
I believe being true to yourself is almost like a skill that has to be learned. There is very subtle line between the acting out of respect, because of certain rules, because we have to, because we don’t want to hurt others and the recognition of what feels right
Dare to be. Wild.
Some days our inner desire to achieve clarity and balance is rewarded with beautiful insights.
What resonates with my soul today is the vision that by being a channel for grace and wisdom, we inspire and raise the people around us much more, than by supporting their wounded hearts. So compassion and help should be preceded by example.
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“When love beckons to you follow it, Though it’s ways are hard and steep. And when it’s wings enfold you yield to it, Though the sword hidden among it’s pinions may wound you. And when it speaks to you believe in it, Though it’s voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall it crucify you. Even as it is for your growth so is it for your pruning. Even as it ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall it descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth……
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, Into the season-less world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.”
But if you love and must have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.” ― Kahlil Gibran, Le Prophète
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable
~ Kahlil Gibran