Back then I could not understand one word of what I read.Reading did, however, give me heart. Even if you cannot understand what you are reading you can get something from books.
We think there are limits to the dimensions of fear. Until we encounter the unknown. Then we can all feel boundless amounts of terror.
On closer examination, we are simply a banal tragedy spread over two generations.
When you’re young, you think that sex is the culmination of intimacy. Later you discover that it’s barely the beginning.
A child who is born is something to seek out, something to search for, a star, a northern light, a column of energy in the universe. And a child who dies-that’s an abomination.
It’s these small differences in people’s karma that determine if we get up or remain lying on the ground.
The great systems that inform the world about the truth and life invariably claim to be absolutely truthful and well-balanced. In reality they are quaking bridges built out of yearning.
With age I have voluntarily chosen certain limitations. I don’t have the energy to start over again. To learn new skills or fight my own personality or figure out diesel engines.
Love has something to do with recognition, We can be fascinated by the unknown, we can be attracted by it, but love is something that grows, slowly, in an atmosphere of trust.
To want to understand is an attempt to recapture something we have lost.
No person can open another person, All we can do is wait. And then work with the openness when it occur.s.
Basker possesses three kinds of bite: a snap, a nip, and then something like a buzz saw and an angle grinder mounted on a bear trap.
It may be necessary to stand on the outside of one is to see things clearly.
deep inside I know that trying to figure things out leads to blindness, that the desire to understand has a built-in brutality that erases what you seek to comprehend. Only experience is sensitive.
I’ve had the privilege of learning foreign languages. Instead of merely speaking a watered-down form of my mother tongue, like most people, I’m also helpless in two or three other languages.
Whining is a virus, a lethal, infectious, epidemic disease.
One should be good to oneself. Especially when one is alone.
One can only ask to play as well as possible the notes one is given.
No matter how close people get, they never reach each other. Including us now. Even now, there’s a place where each of us is alone.
… Because one who seeks the highest must not leave any path untried.
Deep within every blind, absolute love grows a hatred toward the beloved, who now holds the only existing key to happiness
Every theoretical explanation is a reduction of intuition.
Do you know what the mathematical expression is for longing? … The negative numbers. The formalization of the feeling that you are missing something.
There is a pleasant firmness of tone when one is in harmony with oneself. Even when it’s a weak ethic one is resonating with.
The motive for our actions doesn’t lie ahead of us. It’s something behind us that we’re trying to escape.