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Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it. - Amir
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Khaled Hosseini (The Kite Runner)
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In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply canโt build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquility will return again.
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Anne Frank (The Diary of a Young Girl)
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Inner peace is the key: if you have inner peace, the external problems do not affect your deep sense of peace and tranquility...without this inner peace, no matter how comfortable your life is materially, you may still be worried, disturbed, or unhappy because of circumstances.
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Dalai Lama XIV
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If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen.
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Samuel Adams
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Horses change lives. They give out young people confidence and self-esteem. They provide peace and tranquility to troubled souls, they give us hope.
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Toni Robinson
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APPLY WITHIN
You once told me
You wanted to find
Yourself in the world -
And I told you to
First apply within,
To discover the world
within you.
You once told me
You wanted to save
The world from all its wars -
And I told you to
First save yourself
From the world,
And all the wars
You put yourself
Through.
APPLY WITHIN by Suzy Kassem
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Suzy Kassem
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Joy, sorrow, tears, lamentation, laughter -- to all these music gives voice, but in such a way that we are transported from the world of unrest to a world of peace, and see reality in a new way, as if we were sitting by a mountain lake and contemplating hills and woods and clouds in the tranquil and fathomless water.
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Albert Schweitzer
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Always ask yourself: "What will happen if I say nothing?
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Kamand Kojouri
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You might be tempted to avoid the messiness of daily living for the tranquility of stillness and peacefulness. This of course would be an attachment to stillness, and like any strong attachment, it leads to delusion. It arrests development and short-circuits the cultivation of wisdom.
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Jon Kabat-Zinn (Wherever You Go, There You Are: Mindfulness Meditation in Everyday Life)
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If you are driven by fear, anger or pride nature will force you to compete. If you are guided by courage, awareness, tranquility and peace nature will serve you.
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Amit Ray (Nonviolence: The Transforming Power)
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Meditation is a journey from effort to effortlessness, from activity to stillness, and from stress, anxiety and frustration to a state of peace and tranquillity.
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Purnachaitanya (Looking Inward: Meditating to Survive A Changing World)
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Real love brings about calmโnot inner torment. True love allows you to be at peace with yourself and with God. That is why Allah says: โthat you may dwell in tranquility.โ Hawa is the opposite. Hawa will make you miserable. And just like a drug, you will crave it always, but never be satisfied. You will chase it to your own detriment, but never reach it.
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Yasmin Mogahed (Reclaim Your Heart: Personal Insights on Breaking Free from Life's Shackles)
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How peaceful life would be without Love, Adso. How Safe. How Tranquil. And how Dull.
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Umberto Eco (The Name of the Rose)
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If thereโs pleasure in action, thereโs peace in stillness.
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Emily St. John Mandel (Sea of Tranquility)
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Don't live by my words, don't die by them, chew them slowly digest them, and smile if they give nourishment to your soul.
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Stanley Victor Paskavich
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Given enough time, you could convince yourself that loneliness was something better, that it was solitude, the ideal condition for reflection, even a kind of freedom.
Once you were thus convinced, you were foolish to open the door and let anyone in, not all the way in. You risked the hard-won equilibrium, that tranquility that you called peace
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Dean Koontz (The Good Guy)
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The great source of both the misery and disorders of human life, seems to arise from over-rating the difference between one permanent situation and another. Avarice over-rates the difference between poverty and riches: ambition, that between a private and a public station: vain-glory, that between obscurity and extensive reputation. The person under the influence of any of those extravagant passions, is not only miserable in his actual situation, but is often disposed to disturb the peace of society, in order to arrive at that which he so foolishly admires. The slightest observation, however, might satisfy him, that, in all the ordinary situations of human life, a well-disposed mind may be equally calm, equally cheerful, and equally contented. Some of those situations may, no doubt, deserve to be preferred to others: but none of them can deserve to be pursued with that passionate ardour which drives us to violate the rules either of prudence or of justice; or to corrupt the future tranquillity of our minds, either by shame from the remembrance of our own folly, or by remorse from the horror of our own injustice.
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Adam Smith (The Theory of Moral Sentiments)
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Perhaps there are those who are able to go about their lives unfettered by such concerns. But for those like us, our fate is to face the world as orphans, chasing through long years the shadows of vanished parents. There is nothing for it but to try and see through our missions to the end, as best we can, for until we do so, we will be permitted no calm.
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Kazuo Ishiguro (When We Were Orphans)
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Our life depends on the kind of thoughts we nurture. If our thoughts are peaceful, calm, meek, and kind, then that is what our life is like. If our attention is turned to the circumstances in which we live, we are drawn into a whirlpool of thoughts and can have neither peace nor tranquility.
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Thaddeus of Vitovnica (Our Thoughts Determine Our Lives: The Life and Teachings of Elder Thaddeus of Vitovnica)
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Patience is the antidote to the restless poison of the Ego. Without it we all become ego-maniacal bulls in china shops, destroying our future happiness as we blindly rush in where angels fear to tread. In these out-of-control moments, we bulldoze through the best possible outcomes for our lives, only to return to the scene of the crime later to cry over spilt milk.
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Anthon St. Maarten (Divine Living: The Essential Guide To Your True Destiny)
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A human being in perfection ought always to preserve a calm and peaceful mind and never to allow passion or a transitory desire to disturb his tranquility.
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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (Mary Shelley's Frankenstein (Modern Critical Interpretations))
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Knowledge planted in truth grows in truth.
Strength born of peace loses nothing to hate.
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Aberjhani (Elemental: The Power of Illuminated Love)
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The secret to happiness, at least to peace of mind, is knowing how to separate sex from love. And, if possible, eliminating romantic love from your life, which is the love that makes you suffer. That way, I assure you, you live with greater tranquility and enjoy things more.
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Mario Vargas Llosa (Travesuras de la niรฑa mala)
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Accept the universe
As the gods gave it to you.
If the gods wanted to give you something else
Theyโd have done it.
If there are other matters and other worlds
There are.
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Alberto Caeiro (The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro)
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...when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too will end, that peace and tranquility will return once more.
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Anne Frank (The Diary of a Young Girl)
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During the flames of controversy, opinions, mass disputes, conflict, and world news, sometimes the most precious, refreshing, peaceful words to hear amidst all the chaos are simply and humbly 'I don't know.
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Criss Jami (Killosophy)
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Seek and embrace peace. We all deserve a tranquil existence.
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C. Toni Graham
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She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a tower, hearing the wind howling through her hair and waiting for someone to come and rescue her from feeling things so deeply that her bones burned.
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Carrie Fisher (Postcards from the Edge)
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Believe what you believe and it will be,
believe what others believe and they will consume you!
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Stanley Victor Paskavich
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A human being in perfection ought always to preserve a calm and peaceful mind and never to allow passion or a transitory desire to disturb his tranquility. I do not think that the pursuit of knowledge is an exception to this rule. If the study to which you apply yourself has a tendency to weaken your affections and to destroy your taste for those simple pleasures in which no alloy can possibly mix, then that study is certainly unlawful, that is to say, not befitting the human mind. If this rule were always observed; if no man allowed any pursuit whatsoever to interfere with the tranquillity of his domestic affections, Greece had not been enslaved, Caesar would have spared his country, America would have been discovered more gradually, and the empires of Mexico and Peru had not been destroyed.
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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (Frankenstein)
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If I were to envy any persons on this planet, it would be mountain hermits. You often hear old platitudes such as, 'Speak out. Be heard.' On the contrary, a breath of fresh air would be something like: 'Silence, think for at least 15 minutes, and then maybe speak out.
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Criss Jami (Killosophy)
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Peace is not the product of terror or fear.
Peace is not the silence of cemeteries.
Peace is not the silent result of violent repression.
Peace is the generous,
tranquil contribution of all
to the good of all.
Peace is dynamism.
Peace is generosity.
It is right and it is duty.
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Oscar A. Romero
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Simplicity has no name is free of desires. Being free of desires it is tranquil. And the world will be at peace of it's own accord.
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Lao Tzu
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Controversy is a last resort for the talentless.
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Criss Jami (Healology)
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Some people are too precious. Their presence brings peace and tranquility into our lives.
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Avijeet Das
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Forgiveness is a transformative act because it asks you to be a more empathetic and compassionate person, thereby making you better than the person you were when you were first hurt.
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Kamand Kojouri
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Alone, alone. I am alone โ I ache โฆ Yet for the first time, despite all the anguish and the reality problems, Iโm here. I feel tranquil, whole, ADULT.
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Susan Sontag (As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980)
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First of all, Buddhism is neither pessimistic nor optimistic. If anything at all, it is realistic, for it takes a realistic view of life and the world. It looks at things objectively (yathฤbhลซtam). It does not falsely lull you into living in a fool's paradise, nor does it frighten and agonize you with all kinds of imaginary fears and sins. It tells you exactly and objectively what you are and what the world around you is, and shows you the way to perfect freedom, peace, tranquility and happiness.
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Walpola Rahula (What the Buddha Taught)
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Put the guns into our hands and we will use them. Give us the slogans and we will turn them into reality. Sing the battle hymns and we will take them up where you left off. Not one not ten not ten thousand not a million not ten millions not a hundred millions but a billion two billions of us all the people of the world we will have the slogans and we will have the hymns and we will have the guns and we will use them and we will live. Make no mistake of it we will live. We will be alive and we will walk and talk and eat and sing and laugh and feel and love and bear our children in tranquility and security in decency in peace. You plan the wars you masters of men plans the wars and point the way and we will point the gun.
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Dalton Trumbo (Johnny Got His Gun)
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It is the nature of physics to hear the loudest of mouths over the most comprehensive ones.
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Criss Jami (Killosophy)
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What's the worth of sadness in front of happiness?
Like a leaf that's blown away by the wind.
What's the worth of despair in front of hope?
Like a dirty stone that's thrown in a clean pond.
What's the worth of chaos in front of peace?
Like a flying kite that's string has been cut down.
What's the worth of disunion in front of the union?
Like a fish that's breathing but not in water.
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Hareem Ch (Hankering for Tranquility)
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Whenever you are angry, take a beautiful object in your house and smash it to pieces. The pity you feel for what you have done is silly compared to what you are doing to your mind: taking a sacred moment to be alive and desecrating it by being angry.
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Kamand Kojouri
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A persistent breeze lifted the thin curtains, fluttering a few moments of tranquility into the turbulent day.
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Susan Abulhawa (Mornings in Jenin)
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The sea was silent, the sky was silent; I was alone with the night and silence.
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H.G. Wells (The Island of Dr. Moreau)
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Never underestimate wisdom in silence, proof isn't always a mouthful of words.
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Anthony Liccione
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Ignorance might be bliss. But self-forgetfulness is pure ecstasy.
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Kamand Kojouri
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And when the night is cloudy there is still a light that shines on me, shine until tomorrow, let it be
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The Beatles
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If I knew I was going to die tomorrow,
And Spring came the day after tomorrow,
I would die peacefully, because it came the day after tomorrow.
If thatโs its time, when else should it come?
I like it that everything is real and everything is right;
And I like that it would be like this even if I didnโt like it.
And so, if I die now, I die peacefully
Because everything is real and everything is right.
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Alberto Caeiro (The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro)
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Fanny spoke her feelings. "Here's harmony!" said she; "here's repose! Here's what may leave all painting and all music behind, and what may tranquillise every care, and lift the heart to rapture! When I look out on such a night as this, I feel as if there could be neither wickedness nor sorrow in the world; and there certainly would be less of both if the sublimity of Nature were more attended to, and people were carried more out of themselves by contemplating such a scene.
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Jane Austen (Mansfield Park)
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There are two types of empathy: the positive empathy and the negative empathy. When we are fully carried away by the unaware activities of the mirror neurons, we are under the trap of negative empathy. The negative empathy generates attachments. Out of these attachments suffering follows. Negative empathy is a kind of reaction to a situation, whereas positive empathy is internal response of peace love and tranquility.... In positive empathy, your deep tranquility, joy and peace activates the mirror neurons of the others, whereas in negative empathy your mirror neurons are activated by the disturbance of others.
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Amit Ray (Yoga and Vipassana: An Integrated Life Style)
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A little tranquil lake is more significant to my life than any big city in the world
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Munia Khan
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Peace will come
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall..
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Bob Dylan
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Samadhi is the journey from individual to collective consciousness. The steps of Samadhi are the steps towards reaching the collective consciousness. In meditation, the more we radiate love, compassion, peace, harmony and tranquility, the more is our contribution towards the collective consciousness. The more we positively contribute towards the collective consciousness the more is our progress in Samadhi.
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Amit Ray (Yoga and Vipassana: An Integrated Life Style)
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In the desert I had found a freedom unattainable in civilization; a life unhampered by possessions, since everything that was not a necessity was an encumbrance. I had found too, a comradeship inherent in the circumstances, and the belief that tranquility was to be found there.
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Wilfred Thesiger
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Let the night take you. Let the stars evaporate into your dreams. Let sleep be the only comfort for you to believe.
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Anthony Liccione
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There are three things in life...not worrying what they are, not caring what others may think they are, and enjoying the wonder of what they might be.
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Tom Althouse
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People often give us a piece of their mind with the intention to take away our peace of mind.
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Mokokoma Mokhonoana
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It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because inspite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will distroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if i look up into the heavans, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquility will return again. In the mean time, I must uphold my ideals, for perhaps the day will come when I shall be able to carry them out." ~Anne Frank
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Anne Frank (The Diary of a Young Girl)
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The positive vibrations of unregulated joy, peace, happiness and tranquility is freedom.
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T.F. Hodge (From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph over Death and Conscious Encounters With the Divine Presence)
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Why wait to forgive and let go only after you have sufficiently wallowed in your despair? Why not forgive and let go now?
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Kamand Kojouri
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but I am not someone who likes to wound
rather I have a quiet mind
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Sappho (If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho)
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The state of a moral man, is one of tranquillity and peace; the state of an immoral man is one of perpetual unrest.
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Marquis de Sade (Philosophy in the Boudoir)
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He turned now with a lover's thirst to images of tranquil skies, fresh meadows, cool brooksโ an existence of soft and eternal peace.
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Stephen Crane (The Red Badge of Courage)
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I am always torn. Between control and chaos; passion and tranquility. Between what's fated and what I want. Part of me longs to take the plunge, to dive off headfirst and let the feeling of control evaporate on the wind. And part of me wants to be in a place where I'd never have to worry about that choice--or any choice. Where peace and calm are the only things I'd feel.
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Jocelyn Davies (A Fractured Light (A Beautiful Dark, #2))
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Tranquility is not weakness; from tranquility emerges power and strength.
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C. JoyBell C.
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Silent is an anagram of listen.
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Johnny Rich (The Human Script)
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I never felt so fervently thankful, so soothed, so tranquil, so filled with a blessed peace, as I did yesterday when I learned that Michael Angelo was dead.
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Mark Twain (The Innocents Abroad, Or, the New Pilgrims' Progress)
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It would be erroneous to say Sohrab was quiet. Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life.
Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.
Sohrab's silence wasn't the self imposed silence of those with convictions, of protesters who seek to speak their cause by not speaking at all. It was the silence of one who has taken cover in a dark place, curled up all the edges and tucked them under.
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Khaled Hosseini (The Kite Runner)
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And so these refined parents rejected their five-year-old girl to all kinds of torture. They beat her, kicked her, flogged her, for no reason that they themselves knew of. The childโs whole body was covered in bruises. Eventually they devised a new refinement. Under the pretext that the child dirtied her bed (as though a five-year-old deep in her angelic sleep could be punished for that), they forced her to eat excrement, smearing it all over her face. And it was the mother that did it! And that woman would lock her daughter up in the outhouse until morning and she did so even on the coldest nights, when it was freezing. Just imagine the woman being able to sleep with the childโs cries coming from that outhouse! Imagine that little creature, unable to even understand what is happening to her, beating her sore little chest with her tiny fist, weeping hot, unresentful, meek tears, and begging โgentle Jesusโ to help herโฆ
...letโs assume that you were called upon to build the edifice of human destiny so that men would finally be happy and would find peace and tranquility. If you knew that, only to attain this, you would have to torture just one single creature, letโs say the little girl who beat her chest so desperately in the outhouse, and that on her unavenged tears you could build that edifice, would you agree to do it?
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Fyodor Dostoevsky (The Brothers Karamazov)
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Lift your head out of this hurricane to find solace and tranquillity. If you stay caught in the storm, your head will whirl as fast as a millstone and you will know so little peace that even a single fly can buzz away your peace. Parable
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Attar of Nishapur (The Conference of the Birds)
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When the world is at peace, when all things are tranquil and all men obey their superiors in all their courses, then music can be perfected. When desires and passions do not turn into wrongful paths, music can be perfected. Perfect music has its cause. It arises from equilibrium. Equilibrium arises from righteousness, and righteousness arises from the meaning of the cosmos. Therefore one can speak about music only with a man who has perceived the meaning of the cosmos.
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Hermann Hesse (The Glass Bead Game)
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He smiled his shy smile at her as he went into the yard. Anne took the memory of it with her when she went to her room that night and sat for a long while at her open window, thinking of the past and dreaming of the future. Outside the Snow Queen was mistily white in the moonshine; the frogs were singing in the marsh beyond Orchard Slope. Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.
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L.M. Montgomery (Anne of Green Gables (Anne of Green Gables, #1))
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Let the water flow beneath the bridge; let men be men, that is to say, weak, vain, inconstant, unjust, false, and presumptuous; let the world be the world still; you cannot prevent it. Let every one follow his own inclination and habits; you cannot recast them, and the best course is, to let them be as they are and bear with them. Do not think it strange when you witness unreasonableness and injustice; rest in peace in the bosom of God; He sees it all more clearly than you do, and yet permits it. Be content to do quietly and gently what it becomes you to do, and let everything else be to you as though it were not.
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Franรงois Fรฉnelon (Spiritual Letters Of Fenelon)
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Buddha says: Look into the nature of desire. Watch the movement of desire; it is very subtle. And you will be able to see two things: one, that desire by its very nature is unfulfillable. And second, the moment you understand that desire is unfulfillable, desire disappears and you are left desireless. That is the state of peace, silence, tranquility. That is the state of fulfillment! People never come to fulfillment through desire; they come to fulfillment only by transcending desire.
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Osho (Buddha: His Life and Teachings and Impact on Humanity -- with Audio/Video (Pillars of Consciousness))
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Too many people learn about war with no inconvenience to themselves. They read about Verdun or Stalingrad without comprehension, sitting in a comfortable armchair, with their feet beside the fire, preparing to go about their business the next day, as usual.
One should really read such accounts under compulsion, in discomfort, considering oneself fortunate not to be describing the events in a letter home, writing from a hole in the mud. One should read about war in the worst circumstances, when everything is going badly, remembering that the torments of peace are trivial, and not worth any white hairs. Nothing is really serious in the tranquility of peace; only an idiot could be really disturbed by a question of salary.
One should read about war standing up, late at night, when one is tired, as I am writing about it now, at dawn, while my asthma attack wears off. And even now, in my sleepless exhaustion, how gentle and easy peace seems!
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Guy Sajer (The Forgotten Soldier)
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The names of virtues, with their precepts, were:
1. Temperance. Eat not do dullness; drink not to elevation.
2. Silence. Speak not but what may benefit others or yourself; avoid trifling conversation.
3. Order. Let all your things have their places; let each part of your business have its time.
4. Resolution: Resolve to perform what you ought; perform without fail what you resolve.
5. Frugality. Make no expense but to do good to others or yourself; i.e., waste nothing.
6. Industry. Lose no time; be always employโd in something useful; cut off all unnecessary actions.
7. Sincerity. Use no hurtful deceit; think innocently and justly, and, if you speak, speak accordingly.
8. Justice. Wrong none by doing injuries, or omitting the benefits that are your duty.
9. Moderation. Avoid extreams; forbear resenting injuries so much as you think they deserve.
10. Cleanliness. Tolerate no uncleanliness in body, cloths, or habitation.
11. Tranquillity. Be not disturbed at trifles, or at accidents common or unavoidable.
12. Chastity. Rarely use venery but for health or offspring, never to dullness, weakness, or the injury of your own or anotherโs peace or reputation.
13. Humility. Imitate Jesus and Socrates.
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Benjamin Franklin (The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin)
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When silence takes possession of you; when far from the racket of the human highway the sacred fire flames up in the stillness; when peace, which is the tranquillity of order, puts order in your thoughts, feelings, and investigations, you are in the supreme disposition for learning; you can bring your materials together; you can create; you are definitely at your working point; it is not the moment to dwell on wretched trifles, to half live while time runs by, and to sell heaven for nothings.
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Antonin Sertillanges (The Intellectual Life: Its Spirit, Conditions, Methods)
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Yet the average white person also has a responsibility. He has to resist the impulse to seize upon the rioter as the exclusive villain. He has to rise up with indignation against his own municipal, state and national governments to demand that the necessary reforms be instituted which alone will protect him. If he reserves his resentment only for the Negro, he will be the victim by allowing those who have the greatest culpability to evade responsibility. Social justice and progress are the absolute guarantors of riot prevention. There is no other answer. Constructive social change will bring certain tranquillity; evasions will merely encourage turmoil. Negroes hold only one key to the double lock of peaceful change. The other is in the hands of the white community.
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Martin Luther King Jr. (Where Do We Go from Here: Chaos or Community? (King Legacy Book 2))
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The town of Lโ represented the earth, with its sorrows and its graves left behind, yet not out of sight, nor wholly forgotten. The ocean, in everlasting but gentle agitation, and brooded over by a dove-like calm, might not unfitly typify the mind and the mood which then swayed it. For it seemed to me as if then first I stood at a distance, and aloof from the uproar of life; as if the tumult, the fever, and the strife, were suspended; a respite granted from the secret burthens of the heart; a sabbath of repose; a resting from human labours. Here were the hopes which blossom in the paths of life, reconciled with the peace which is in the grave; motions of the intellect as unwearied as the heavens, yet for all anxieties a halcyon calm: a tranquility that seemed no product of inertia, but as if resulting from mighty and equal antagonisms; infinite activities, infinite repose.
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Thomas de Quincey (Confessions of an English Opium Eater)
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Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
โIn true love
The distinction between loved ones and loved ones
does not exist.
Your pain is my pain.
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ฐ๊ฒฉ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ๋งค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๋ถ๋ฒ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-์ฉ๋, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๊ณณ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๋ค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํจ๊ณผ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผํ๋งค
My happiness is your happiness.
Loved ones and loved ones are one bodyโ
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ๋งค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ์
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ฐ๊ฒฉ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ๋งค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๋ถ๋ฒ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-์ฉ๋, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๊ณณ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๋ค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํจ๊ณผ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผํ๋งค
โ
โ
๋์๋ฌ์ฌํํผ๊ตฌ๋งค๋ฒ ํ๊ฐ์ ํํผํ๋งคโณโ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
ํํผ ํ๋๋ค ํํผ์ฝ๋๋ค ํํผ๊ตฌ์
โ
If you can cut yourselfโyour mindโfree of what other
people do and say, of what youโve said or done, of the things
that youโre afraid will happen, the impositions of the body
that contains you and the breath within, and what the whirling
chaos sweeps in from outside, so that the mind is freed from
fate, brought to clarity, and lives life on its own recognizance
โdoing whatโs right, accepting what happens, and speaking
the truthโ
If you can cut free of impressions that cling to the mind,
free of the future and the pastโcan make yourself, as
Empedocles says, โa sphere rejoicing in its perfect
stillness,โ and concentrate on living what can be lived
(which means the present) . . . then you can spend the time
you have left in tranquillity. And in kindness. And at peace
with the spirit within you.
โ
โ
Marcus Aurelius (Meditations)
โ
An unbroken horse erects his mane, paws the ground and starts back impetuously at the sight of the bridle; while one which is properly trained suffers patiently even whip and spur: so savage man will not bend his neck to the yoke to which civilised man submits without a murmur, but prefers the most turbulent state of liberty to the most peaceful slavery. We cannot therefore, from the servility of nations already enslaved, judge of the natural disposition of mankind for or against slavery; we should go by the prodigious efforts of every free people to save itself from oppression. I know that the former are for ever holding forth in praise of the tranquillity they enjoy in their chains, and that they call a state of wretched servitude a state of peace: miserrimam servitutem pacem appellant. But when I observe the latter sacrificing pleasure, peace, wealth, power and life itself to the preservation of that one treasure, which is so disdained by those who have lost it; when I see free-born animals dash their brains out against the bars of their cage, from an innate impatience of captivity; when I behold numbers of naked savages, that despise European pleasures, braving hunger, fire, the sword and death, to preserve nothing but their independence, I feel that it is not for slaves to argue about liberty.
โ
โ
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
โ
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
โIn true love
The distinction between loved ones and loved ones
does not exist.
Your pain is my pain.
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ฐ๊ฒฉ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ๋งค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๋ถ๋ฒ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-์ฉ๋, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๊ณณ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๋ค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํจ๊ณผ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผํ๋งค
My happiness is your happiness.
Loved ones and loved ones are one bodyโ
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ๋งค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ์
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ฐ๊ฒฉ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ๋งค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๋ถ๋ฒ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-์ฉ๋, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๊ณณ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๋ค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํจ๊ณผ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผํ๋งค
โ
โ
๋์๋ฌ์ฌํํผ์ ํ๊ตฌ๋งค๋ฒ ํ๊ฐ์ ํํผํ๋งคโณโ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
ํํผ ํ๋๋ค ํํผ์ฝ๋๋ค ํํผ๊ตฌ์
โ
Walking causes a repetitive, spontaneous poetry to rise naturally to the lips, words as simple as the sound of footsteps on the road. There also seems to be an echo of walking in the practice of two choruses singing a psalm in alternate verses, each on a single note, a practice that makes it possible to chant and listen by turns. Its main effect is one of repetition and alternation that St Ambrose compared to the sound of the sea: when a gentle surf is breaking quietly on the shore the regularity of the sound doesnโt break the silence, but structures it and renders it audible. Psalmody in the same way, in the to-and-fro of alternating responses, produces (Ambrose said) a happy tranquillity in the soul. The echoing chants, the ebb and flow of waves recall the alternating movement of walking legs: not to shatter but to make the worldโs presence palpable and keep time with it. And just as Claudel said that sound renders silence accessible and useful, it ought to be said that walking renders presence accessible and useful.
โ
โ
Frรฉdรฉric Gros (A Philosophy of Walking)
โ
Edges
I am a child throwing rocks into the stream.
Challenging the rushing water.
Raising my fist and daring fate to do it worst.
I am a dancer in the waves of the ocean.
Swaying in time with the tide.
Pirouetting, the current my only friend.
I am the sun, rising across the canyon
Ascending, and shinning down.
Giving the illusion of perception and motion.
I am thoughts like a rolling river.
Water cascading over the rocks of my soul.
Shaping, forming, conforming.
I am the peace of the rain forest.
Basking in solitude
Tranquil, serene, transfixing angles.
Reflecting from within.
Dripping and dropping. Shaking it off.
I am the dust of the galaxy.
Yearning to know itself.
I am the wind.
Wandering. Searching.
A storm brewing from within.
โ
โ
Tosha Michelle (Confessions of a Reformed Southern Belle.: A Poet's Collection of Love, Loss, and Renewal)
โ
โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
์๋ก๋งํฅ ๋ฌ์์์ฐ ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ ์ ํ์ผ๋ก๋ง ํ๋งคํ๊ณ ์์ต๋๋ค
๊ตฌ๋งค์ ์ ์ ํ๋ ์ ํ์ด์ง๋ง ๋ฌด์๋ณด๋ค ์์ ์ด ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์
๋๋ค
์ ํฌ๋ ์์ ์ ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์ผ๋ก ๊ฒฝ์ํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑด๊ฐํ๊ณ ๊น๋ํ์
์ฒด์
๋๋ค
๊ณ ๊ฐ๋์ ์ฃผ๋ฌธ์ ์ฌ๋์
๋๋ค
์ค๋๋ ์ด๋ป์ง์๊ตฌ์ ๊ธฐ์ํ๋ฃจ ๋์ธ์~ใ
ใ
Joy is not only for others, but also for yourself. Joy is just joy. If you are truly enjoying joy and healthy joy, it is good for others. But it is not good for others, unless it is pleasant, refreshing, and smiling. If you always have joy and joy, you can be a good person to those around you without doing anything.
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
โIn true love
The distinction between loved ones and loved ones
does not exist.
Your pain is my pain.
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ฐ๊ฒฉ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ๋งค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๋ถ๋ฒ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-์ฉ๋, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๊ณณ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๋ค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํจ๊ณผ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผํ๋งค
My happiness is your happiness.
Loved ones and loved ones are one bodyโ
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ๋งค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ์
โ
โ
๋์๋ฌ์ฌํํผ์ ํ๊ตฌ์
ํ๊ธฐ ํ๊ฐ์ ํํผํ๋งคโณโ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
ํํผ ํ๋๋ค ํํผ์ฝ๋๋ค ํํผ๊ตฌ์
โ
Meditation begins now, right here. It can't begin someplace else or at some other time. To paraphrase the great Zen master Dogen, "If you want to practice awareness, then practice awareness without delay." If you wish to know a mind that is tranquil and clear, sane and peaceful, you must take it up now. If you wish to free yourself from the frantic television mind that runs our lives, begin with the intention to be present now.
Nobody can bring awareness to your life but you.
Meditation is not a self-help program--a way to better ourselves so we can get what we want. Nor is it a way to relax before jumping back into busyness. It's not something to do once in awhile, either, whenever you happen to feel like it.
Instead, meditation is a practice that saturates your life and in time can be brought into every activity. It is the transformation of mind from bondage to freedom.
In practicing meditation, we go nowhere other than right here where we now stand, where we now sit, where we now live and breathe. In meditation we return to where we already are--this shifting, changing ever-present now.
If you wish to take up meditation, it must be now or never.
โ
โ
Steve Hagen (Meditation Now or Never)
โ
โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
์๋ก๋งํฅ ๋ฌ์์์ฐ ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ ์ ํ์ผ๋ก๋ง ํ๋งคํ๊ณ ์์ต๋๋ค
๊ตฌ๋งค์ ์ ์ ํ๋ ์ ํ์ด์ง๋ง ๋ฌด์๋ณด๋ค ์์ ์ด ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์
๋๋ค
์ ํฌ๋ ์์ ์ ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์ผ๋ก ๊ฒฝ์ํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑด๊ฐํ๊ณ ๊น๋ํ์
์ฒด์
๋๋ค
๊ณ ๊ฐ๋์ ์ฃผ๋ฌธ์ ์ฌ๋์
๋๋ค
์ค๋๋ ์ด๋ป์ง์๊ตฌ์ ๊ธฐ์ํ๋ฃจ ๋์ธ์~ใ
ใ
Joy is not only for others, but also for yourself. Joy is just joy. If you are truly enjoying joy and healthy joy, it is good for others. But it is not good for others, unless it is pleasant, refreshing, and smiling. If you always have joy and joy, you can be a good person to those around you without doing anything.
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
โ
โ
๋ฌผ๋ฝํ๋๋ค ํด๋ฝํํฐ์ ์ฉ ์ ํghbํ๋งค โณโ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
โณ ๋ฌผ๋ฝ๊ตฌ์
๋ฌผ๋ฝ์ฝํจ ๋ฌผ๋ฝ๊ตฌ์
๋ฐฉ๋ฒ!
โ
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ ๊ตฌ์
ํ๊ฐ์ ํํผ ํ๋งค โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
ํํผ ํ๋๋ค ํํผ ์ฝ๋๋ค ํํผ ๊ตฌ์
โThere must be joy (mudita) in love. If love brings only sorrow, what will you love for? If you know how to please yourself, you will know how to please the other person as well as the whole world.
๋ฏฟ๊ณ ์ฃผ๋ฌธํด์ฃผ์ธ์~์ ํฌ๋ ์ ํํ๋งค๋ฅผ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋๋ค๊ณผ ์ ์ฉ๊ณผ์ ๋ขฐ์ ๊ฑฐ๋๋ก ํ๊ณ ์์ต๋๋ค.
โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
์๋ก๋งํฅ ๋ฌ์์์ฐ ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ ์ ํ์ผ๋ก๋ง ํ๋งคํ๊ณ ์์ต๋๋ค
๊ตฌ๋งค์ ์ ์ ํ๋ ์ ํ์ด์ง๋ง ๋ฌด์๋ณด๋ค ์์ ์ด ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์
๋๋ค
์ ํฌ๋ ์์ ์ ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์ผ๋ก ๊ฒฝ์ํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑด๊ฐํ๊ณ ๊น๋ํ์
์ฒด์
๋๋ค
๊ณ ๊ฐ๋์ ์ฃผ๋ฌธ์ ์ฌ๋์
๋๋ค
์ค๋๋ ์ด๋ป์ง์๊ตฌ์ ๊ธฐ์ํ๋ฃจ ๋์ธ์~ใ
ใ
Joy is not only for others, but also for yourself. Joy is just joy. If you are truly enjoying joy and healthy joy, it is good for others. But it is not good for others, unless it is pleasant, refreshing, and smiling. If you always have joy and joy, you can be a good person to those around you without doing anything.
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
โ
โ
๋์๋ฌ์ฌํํผ๊ตฌ์
๊ฐ๊ฒฉ ํ๊ฐ์ ํํผํ๋งคโณโ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
ํํผ ํ๋๋ค ํํผ์ฝ๋๋ค ํํผ๊ตฌ์
โ
โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
์๋ก๋งํฅ ๋ฌ์์์ฐ ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ ์ ํ์ผ๋ก๋ง ํ๋งคํ๊ณ ์์ต๋๋ค
๊ตฌ๋งค์ ์ ์ ํ๋ ์ ํ์ด์ง๋ง ๋ฌด์๋ณด๋ค ์์ ์ด ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์
๋๋ค
์ ํฌ๋ ์์ ์ ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์ผ๋ก ๊ฒฝ์ํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑด๊ฐํ๊ณ ๊น๋ํ์
์ฒด์
๋๋ค
๊ณ ๊ฐ๋์ ์ฃผ๋ฌธ์ ์ฌ๋์
๋๋ค
์ค๋๋ ์ด๋ป์ง์๊ตฌ์ ๊ธฐ์ํ๋ฃจ ๋์ธ์~ใ
ใ
Joy is not only for others, but also for yourself. Joy is just joy. If you are truly enjoying joy and healthy joy, it is good for others. But it is not good for others, unless it is pleasant, refreshing, and smiling. If you always have joy and joy, you can be a good person to those around you without doing anything.
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
โIn true love
The distinction between loved ones and loved ones
does not exist.
Your pain is my pain.
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ฐ๊ฒฉ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ๋งค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๋ถ๋ฒ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-์ฉ๋, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๊ณณ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๋ค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํจ๊ณผ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผํ๋งค
My happiness is your happiness.
Loved ones and loved ones are one bodyโ
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ๋งค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ์
โ
โ
๋์๋ฌ์ฌํํผ๊ตฌ์
ํ๊ธฐ ํ๊ฐ์ ํํผํ๋งคโณโ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
ํํผ ํ๋๋ค ํํผ์ฝ๋๋ค ํํผ๊ตฌ์
โ
There must be joy (mudita) in love. If love brings only sorrow, what will you love for? If you know how to please yourself, you will know how to please the other person as well as the whole world.
๋ฏฟ๊ณ ์ฃผ๋ฌธํด์ฃผ์ธ์~์ ํฌ๋ ์ ํํ๋งค๋ฅผ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋๋ค๊ณผ ์ ์ฉ๊ณผ์ ๋ขฐ์ ๊ฑฐ๋๋ก ํ๊ณ ์์ต๋๋ค.
โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
์๋ก๋งํฅ ๋ฌ์์์ฐ ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ ์ ํ์ผ๋ก๋ง ํ๋งคํ๊ณ ์์ต๋๋ค
๊ตฌ๋งค์ ์ ์ ํ๋ ์ ํ์ด์ง๋ง ๋ฌด์๋ณด๋ค ์์ ์ด ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์
๋๋ค
์ ํฌ๋ ์์ ์ ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์ผ๋ก ๊ฒฝ์ํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑด๊ฐํ๊ณ ๊น๋ํ์
์ฒด์
๋๋ค
๊ณ ๊ฐ๋์ ์ฃผ๋ฌธ์ ์ฌ๋์
๋๋ค
์ค๋๋ ์ด๋ป์ง์๊ตฌ์ ๊ธฐ์ํ๋ฃจ ๋์ธ์~ใ
ใ
Joy is not only for others, but also for yourself. Joy is just joy. If you are truly enjoying joy and healthy joy, it is good for others. But it is not good for others, unless it is pleasant, refreshing, and smiling. If you always have joy and joy, you can be a good person to those around you without doing anything.
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
โIn true love
The distinction between loved ones and loved ones
does not exist.
Your pain is my pain.
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ฐ๊ฒฉ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ๋งค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๋ถ๋ฒ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-์ฉ๋, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๊ณณ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๋ค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํจ๊ณผ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผํ๋งค
My happiness is your happiness.
Loved ones and loved ones are one body
โ
โ
์ ํ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ๋งค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ์
โ
And the voice spoke even more deliberately: '...but remember what is under the ocean of clouds: eternity.'
And suddenly that tranquil world, the world of such simple harmony that you discover as you rise above the clouds, took on an unfamiliar quality in my eyes. All that gentleness became a trap. In my mind's eye I saw that vast white trap laid out, right under my feet. Beneath it reigned neither the restlessness of men nor the living tumult and motion of cities, as one might have thought, but a silence that was even more absolute, a more final peace. That viscous whiteness was turning before my eyes into the boundary between the real and the unreal, between the known and the unknowable. And I was already beginning to sense that a spectacle has no meaning except when seen through a culture, a civilization, a professional craft.
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Antoine de Saint-Exupรฉry (Wind, Sand and Stars)
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๋ฌ์ฌํํผ ๊ตฌ์
ํ๊ฐ์ ํํผ ํ๋งค โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
ํํผ ํ๋๋ค ํํผ ์ฝ๋๋ค ํํผ ๊ตฌ์
โThere must be joy (mudita) in love. If love brings only sorrow, what will you love for? If you know how to please yourself, you will know how to please the other person as well as the whole world.
๋ฏฟ๊ณ ์ฃผ๋ฌธํด์ฃผ์ธ์~์ ํฌ๋ ์ ํํ๋งค๋ฅผ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋๋ค๊ณผ ์ ์ฉ๊ณผ์ ๋ขฐ์ ๊ฑฐ๋๋ก ํ๊ณ ์์ต๋๋ค.
โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
์๋ก๋งํฅ ๋ฌ์์์ฐ ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ ์ ํ์ผ๋ก๋ง ํ๋งคํ๊ณ ์์ต๋๋ค
๊ตฌ๋งค์ ์ ์ ํ๋ ์ ํ์ด์ง๋ง ๋ฌด์๋ณด๋ค ์์ ์ด ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์
๋๋ค
์ ํฌ๋ ์์ ์ ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์ผ๋ก ๊ฒฝ์ํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑด๊ฐํ๊ณ ๊น๋ํ์
์ฒด์
๋๋ค
๊ณ ๊ฐ๋์ ์ฃผ๋ฌธ์ ์ฌ๋์
๋๋ค
์ค๋๋ ์ด๋ป์ง์๊ตฌ์ ๊ธฐ์ํ๋ฃจ ๋์ธ์~ใ
ใ
Joy is not only for others, but also for yourself. Joy is just joy. If you are truly enjoying joy and healthy joy, it is good for others. But it is not good for others, unless it is pleasant, refreshing, and smiling. If you always have joy and joy, you can be a good person to those around you without doing anything.
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
โ
โ
๋์๋ฌ์ฌํํผ์ ํ๊ตฌ์
๊ฐ๊ฒฉ ํ๊ฐ์ ํํผํ๋งคโณโ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
ํํผ ํ๋๋ค ํํผ์ฝ๋๋ค ํํผ๊ตฌ์
โ
There must be joy (mudita) in love. If love brings only sorrow, what will you love for? If you know how to please yourself, you will know how to please the other person as well as the whole world.
๋ฏฟ๊ณ ์ฃผ๋ฌธํด์ฃผ์ธ์~์ ํฌ๋ ์ ํํ๋งค๋ฅผ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋๋ค๊ณผ ์ ์ฉ๊ณผ์ ๋ขฐ์ ๊ฑฐ๋๋ก ํ๊ณ ์์ต๋๋ค.
โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
์๋ก๋งํฅ ๋ฌ์์์ฐ ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ ์ ํ์ผ๋ก๋ง ํ๋งคํ๊ณ ์์ต๋๋ค
๊ตฌ๋งค์ ์ ์ ํ๋ ์ ํ์ด์ง๋ง ๋ฌด์๋ณด๋ค ์์ ์ด ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์
๋๋ค
์ ํฌ๋ ์์ ์ ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์ผ๋ก ๊ฒฝ์ํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑด๊ฐํ๊ณ ๊น๋ํ์
์ฒด์
๋๋ค
๊ณ ๊ฐ๋์ ์ฃผ๋ฌธ์ ์ฌ๋์
๋๋ค
์ค๋๋ ์ด๋ป์ง์๊ตฌ์ ๊ธฐ์ํ๋ฃจ ๋์ธ์~ใ
ใ
Joy is not only for others, but also for yourself. Joy is just joy. If you are truly enjoying joy and healthy joy, it is good for others. But it is not good for others, unless it is pleasant, refreshing, and smiling. If you always have joy and joy, you can be a good person to those around you without doing anything.
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
โIn true love
The distinction between loved ones and loved ones
does not exist.
Your pain is my pain.
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ฐ๊ฒฉ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ๋งค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๋ถ๋ฒ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-์ฉ๋, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๊ณณ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๋ค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํจ๊ณผ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผํ๋งค
My happiness is your happiness.
Loved ones and loved ones are one body
โ
โ
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ๋งค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ์
โ
Listen up, pal, the moon is way up in the sky. Arenโt you scared? The helplessness that comes from nature. That moonlight, think about it, that moonlight, paler than a corpseโs face, so silent and far away, that moonlight witnessed the cries of the first monsters to walk the earth, surveyed the peaceful waters after the deluges and the floods, illuminated centuries of nights and went out at dawns throughout centuries . . . Think about it, my friend, that moonlight will be the same tranquil ghost when the last traces of your great-grandsonsโ grandsons no longer exist. Prostrate yourself before it. Youโve shown up for an instant and it is forever. Donโt you suffer, pal? I . . . I myself canโt stand it. It hits me right here, in the center of my heart, having to die one day and, thousands of centuries later, undistinguished in humus, eyeless for all eternity, I, I!, for all eternity . . . and the indifferent, triumphant moon, its pale hands outstretched over new men, new things, different beings. And I Dead! Think about it, my friend. Itโs shining over the cemetery right now. The cemetery, where all lie sleeping who once were and never more shall be. There, where the slightest whisper makes the living shudder in terror and where the tranquility of the stars muffles our cries and brings terror to our eyes. There, where there are neither tears nor thoughts to express the profound misery of coming to an end.
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Clarice Lispector (The Complete Stories)
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โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
์๋ก๋งํฅ ๋ฌ์์์ฐ ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ ์ ํ์ผ๋ก๋ง ํ๋งคํ๊ณ ์์ต๋๋ค
๊ตฌ๋งค์ ์ ์ ํ๋ ์ ํ์ด์ง๋ง ๋ฌด์๋ณด๋ค ์์ ์ด ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์
๋๋ค
์ ํฌ๋ ์์ ์ ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์ผ๋ก ๊ฒฝ์ํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑด๊ฐํ๊ณ ๊น๋ํ์
์ฒด์
๋๋ค
๊ณ ๊ฐ๋์ ์ฃผ๋ฌธ์ ์ฌ๋์
๋๋ค
์ค๋๋ ์ด๋ป์ง์๊ตฌ์ ๊ธฐ์ํ๋ฃจ ๋์ธ์~ใ
ใ
Joy is not only for others, but also for yourself. Joy is just joy. If you are truly enjoying joy and healthy joy, it is good for others. But it is not good for others, unless it is pleasant, refreshing, and smiling. If you always have joy and joy, you can be a good person to those around you without doing anything.
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
โIn true love
The distinction between loved ones and loved ones
does not exist.
Your pain is my pain.
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ฐ๊ฒฉ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ๋งค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๋ถ๋ฒ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-์ฉ๋, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๊ณณ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํ๋๋ค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-ํจ๊ณผ, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ๊ตฌ์
, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผํ๋งค
My happiness is your happiness.
Loved ones and loved ones are one bodyโ
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,โ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ๋งค, ๋ฌ์ฌํํผ-๊ตฌ์
โ
โ
์ ํ์์คํฐ์๊ตฌ๋งคํ๊ธฐ "์ฝ๋ฆฌ์ํ" ์์คํฐ์๊ตฌ์
๋ฐฉ๋ฒ,โณโ
์นดํก:kodak8โ
ํ
๋ ๊ทธ๋จ:Komen68โ
โณ์์คํฐ์์ ํํ๋งค,์์คํฐ์ํ๋งค,์ ํ๋ชฐ๋ฆฌ๊ตฌ์
๋ฐฉ๋ฒ,
โ
One day, a young boy went up to his grandfather, who was an old Cherokee chief. โEdudi?โ the boy asked. โWhy are you so sad?โ The old chief bit his lip and rubbed his belly as if his stomach pained him unmercifully. โThere is a terrible fight inside me, Uhgeeleeseeโ, the chief said sternly. โOne that will not let me sleep of give me peaceโ. โA fight Grandfather? I donโt understand. What kind of fight is inside you?โ The old chief knelt in front of the boy to explain. โDeep inside my heart, I have two wolves. Each strong enough to devour the other, they are locked in constant war. One is evil through and through. He is revenge, sorrow, regret, rage, greed, arrogance, stupidity, superiority, envy, guilt, lies, ego, false pride, inferiority, self-doubt, suspicion and resentment. The other wolf is everything kind. He is made of peace, blissful tranquillity, wisdom, love and joy, hope and humility, compassion, benevolence, generosity, truth, faith and empathy. They circle each other inside my heart and they fight one another at all times. Day and night. There is no letup. Not even while I slumberโ. The boyโs yes widened as he sucked his breath in sharply. โHow horrible for youโ. His grandfather shook his head at these words and tapped the boyโs chest right where his own heart was located. โItโs not just horrible for me. This same fight is also going on inside you and every single person who walks this earth with usโ. Those words terrified the little boy. โSo tell me Grandfather, which of the wolves will win this fight?โ The old chief smiled at his grandson and he cupped his young cheek before he answered with one simple truth. โAlways the one we feedโ.
Be careful what you feed, child. For the beast will follow you home and live with you until you either make a bed for it to stay, or find the temerity to drive it out.
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Sherrilyn Kenyon (Time Untime (Dark-Hunter, #21))
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The unity of government which constitutes you one people is also now dear to you. It is justly so, for it is a main pillar in the edifice of your real independence, the support of your tranquility at home, your peace abroad; of your safety; of your prosperity; of that very liberty which you so highly prize. But as it is easy to foresee that, from different causes and from different quarters, much pains will be taken, many artifices employed to weaken in your minds the conviction of this truth; as this is the point in your political fortress against which the batteries of internal and external enemies will be most constantly and actively (though often covertly and insidiously) directed, it is of infinite moment that you should properly estimate the immense value of your national union to your collective and individual happiness; that you should cherish a cordial, habitual, and immovable attachment to it; accustoming yourselves to think and speak of it as of the palladium of your political safety and prosperity; watching for its preservation with jealous anxiety; discountenancing whatever may suggest even a suspicion that it can in any event be abandoned; and indignantly frowning upon the first dawning of every attempt to alienate any portion of our country from the rest, or to enfeeble the sacred ties which now link together the various parts. For this you have every inducement of sympathy and interest. Citizens, by birth or choice, of a common country, that country has a right to concentrate your affections. The name of American, which belongs to you in your national capacity, must always exalt the just pride of patriotism more than any appellation derived from local discriminations. With slight shades of difference, you have the same religion, manners, habits, and political principles. You have in a common cause fought and triumphed together; the independence and liberty you possess are the work of joint counsels, and joint efforts of common dangers, sufferings, and successes. But these considerations, however powerfully they address themselves to your sensibility, are greatly outweighed by those which apply more immediately to your interest. Here every portion of our country finds the most commanding motives for carefully guarding and preserving the union of the whole.
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George Washington (George Washington's Farewell Address (Books of American Wisdom))
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People try to get away from it allโto the country, to the beach, to the mountains. You always wish that you could too. Which is idiotic: you can get away from it anytime you like. By going within. Nowhere you can go is more peacefulโmore free of interruptionsโthan your own soul. Especially if you have other things to rely on. An instantโs recollection and there it is: complete tranquillity. And by tranquillity I mean a kind of harmony. So keep getting away from it allโlike that. Renew yourself. But keep it brief and basic. A quick visit should be enough to ward off all < . . . > and send you back ready to face what awaits you. Whatโs there to complain about? Peopleโs misbehavior? But take into consideration: โข that rational beings exist for one another; โข that doing whatโs right sometimes requires patience; โข that no one does the wrong thing deliberately; โข and the number of people who have feuded and envied and hated and fought and died and been buried. . . . and keep your mouth shut. Or are you complaining about the things the world assigns you? But consider the two options: Providence or atoms. And all the arguments for seeing the world as a city. Or is it your body? Keep in mind that when the mind detaches itself and realizes its own nature, it no longer has anything to do with ordinary lifeโthe rough and the smooth, either one. And remember all youโve been taughtโand acceptedโabout pain and pleasure. Or is it your reputation thatโs bothering you? But look at how soon weโre all forgotten. The abyss of endless time that swallows it all. The emptiness of all those applauding hands. The people who praise usโhow capricious they are, how arbitrary. And the tiny region in which it all takes place. The whole earth a point in spaceโand most of it uninhabited. How many people there will be to admire you, and who they are. So keep this refuge in mind: the back roads of your self. Above all, no strain and no stress. Be straightforward. Look at things like a man, like a human being, like a citizen, like a mortal. And among the things you turn to, these two: i. That things have no hold on the soul. They stand there unmoving, outside it. Disturbance comes only from withinโfrom our own perceptions. ii. That everything you see will soon alter and cease to exist. Think of how many changes youโve already seen. โThe world is nothing but change. Our life is only perception.
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Marcus Aurelius (Meditations)
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We began before words, and we will end beyond them.
It sometimes seems to me that our days are poisoned with too many words. Words said and not meant. Words said โandโ meant. Words divorced from feeling. Wounding words. Words that conceal. Words that reduce. Dead words.
If only words were a kind of fluid that collects in the ears, if only they turned into the visible chemical equivalent of their true value, an acid, or something curative โ then we might be more careful. Words do collect in us anyway. They collect in the blood, in the soul, and either transform or poison peopleโs lives. Bitter or thoughtless words poured into the ears of the young have blighted many lives in advance. We all know people whose unhappy lives twist on a set of words uttered to them on a certain unforgotten day at school, in childhood, or at university.
We seem to think that words arenโt things. A bump on the head may pass away, but a cutting remark grows with the mind. But then it is possible that we know all too well the awesome power of words โ which is why we use them with such deadly and accurate cruelty.
We are all wounded inside one way or other. We all carry unhappiness within us for some reason or other. Which is why we need a little gentleness and healing from one another. Healing in words, and healing beyond words. Like gestures. Warm gestures. Like friendship, which will always be a mystery. Like a smile, which someone described as the shortest distance between two people.
Yes, the highest things are beyond words.
That is probably why all art aspires to the condition of wordlessness. When literature works on you, it does so in silence, in your dreams, in your wordless moments. Good words enter you and become moods, become the quiet fabric of your being. Like music, like painting, literature too wants to transcend its primary condition and become something higher. Art wants to move into silence, into the emotional and spiritual conditions of the world. Statues become melodies, melodies become yearnings, yearnings become actions.
When things fall into words they usually descend. Words have an earthly gravity. But the best things in us are those that escape the gravity of our deaths. Art wants to pass into life, to lift it; art wants to enchant, to transform, to make life more meaningful or bearable in its own small and mysterious way. The greatest art was probably born from a profound and terrible silence โ a silence out of which the greatest enigmas of our life cry: Why are we here? What is the point of it all? How can we know peace and live in joy? Why be born in order to die? Why this difficult one-way journey between the two mysteries?
Out of the wonder and agony of being come these cries and questions and the endless stream of words with which to order human life and quieten the human heart in the midst of our living and our distress.
The ages have been inundated with vast oceans of words. We have been virtually drowned in them. Words pour at us from every angle and corner. They have not brought understanding, or peace, or healing, or a sense of self-mastery, nor has the ocean of words given us the feeling that, at least in terms of tranquility, the human spirit is getting better.
At best our cry for meaning, for serenity, is answered by a greater silence, the silence that makes us seek higher reconciliation.
I think we need more of the wordless in our lives. We need more stillness, more of a sense of wonder, a feeling for the mystery of life. We need more love, more silence, more deep listening, more deep giving.
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Ben Okri (Birds of Heaven)