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Depression feels a bit like that, it creeps in on you and settles, until you think it’ll never lift, but in time it always does. That’s why it’s so tragic if people don’t reach out to anyone when they feel low, because if they do, the mist will usually lift in the end.

I don't know how I ever really lived before my husband came into my life.

When everyone is poor you don't know you're poor. My father worked so some of the boys thought I was actually rich.

If Brahman an infinite ocean, then Atma a wave within be,Ocean not different from its waves, the waves as ocean be;They are but one and the same very similar in actuality,So Brahman and Atma are one and the same in reality.960

Our consistent thoughts become the things in our lives.

So here's my theory, and this is such crap science, I don't have to tell you. It's science without microscopes, blood tests, or reality.

There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into a bottomless darkness from which there would be no return. If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

Listen to me," Audra said. "Listen good. You don't get to touch me anymore. Not ever. You don't own me, or my children. We are not your possessions. You never really loved our children, but I do. Now, I'm going to find Sean and Louise. You can either help me or get out of my way. Which is it?

When the things you love exist only inside your memory they cannot be destroyed or taken from you.

The succession of thoughts appears in time, but the gap between two of them is outside time. The gap itself is normally unobserved. The chance of enlightenment is missed.

And that's when I heard the whisper in my heart's ear: "It's not about your childhood. It's about who you are!

being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

Life, too, is senseless unless you know who you are, what you want, and which way the wind blows.

When we are dreaming alone it is only a dream. When we are dreaming with others, it is the beginning of reality.

To hate the hate was just more hate; to reject the rejection was just more rejection; to judge the judging, just more judging.

Praying God’s solutions from the Word releases life, but praying negatively and focusing on your problems only energizes and strengthens them.

In such blue beauty you sense the darkness into which the light will soon fall, and in this conjugal life of blue and black you find the one lesson of things that suits you, the proof of a certain excellence in this life where everything is given to us, every instant, blue with black, strength with hurt.

When you draw, you copy the world don't you? You remake it on paper, but it isn't the same. It's yours. No one else could have created it just like that. When I make poems, I use the words we all use, but the order and the sound create a new power. This wood is someone's creation. We stumble through it's tendrils, as if we're crawling through the synapses of his mind.

When the world careens out of control, we can rest in the fact that God spun this world with a simple word. Matter from emptiness. Beauty from void. Community from chaos.

And the supreme mystery was simply this: here was one room; there another. Did religion solve that, or love?

Prayer is not just asking. It is listening for God’s orders.

In such moments of precious, invaluable misery, she rejoiced in tears of agony...

I've sent you roses many times. I've held your hand in mine

For you, I do morning price.

I warn you, the trip will not be easy. Once you choose to walk in the light, your path will lead you places you do not want to go.

What you loved as a child, you will love forever

This girl had been looking on with her hair hanging over her face, only partly hiding a cruel-looking scar; her eyes shone with hatred. Not necessarily hatred of your father or of puppets or the other children, but a hatred of make-believe, which did not heal, but was only useful to the people who didn't need it.

What matters more than where you are is the direction you are heading.

How could death not be appealing, when the only thing that gave him comfort in life was being unconscious?

Interpreting dreams for Iranians was just as much a sacrament as reading coffee cups was for Turks

Oh Lord of melons, of mercy, though I am not ready, nor worthy, I am climbing towards you.

I just wanna have fun and breathe, but I can’t do either one of them when I suffocate myself with depression.

My dear woman, our greatest problem is that almost everything is a goddamned code. We do not know what is real any more. Every gesture is symbolic. A man cannot shit short of some pundit finding hidden meaning in it. Even having children is a metaphor. Hence, we cannot trust ourselves; and, therefore, we do not trust anybody. No my dear, I do not believe in codes, and even if I did I certainly would not use one in my sleep! (from the play, Sixteen Words For Water)

Today I will find something beautiful.Delicate pink blossoms on a cherry tree.The dove resting near the lemon buds.Sunbeams smiling from sky to earth.Smiling on me."Creating" in BREATHE IN

Give and take.Oil and water. Yes, it is that simple!

As Daffy once said, the best place to hide a glum countenance is onstage at the opera.

Writers turn dreams into print.

My short love story gave me lots of memories but i never wanted memories, I wanted you.

I sometimes wonder how many beautiful black sweaters have been knit from my wool.

Kama purusharth advocates desires fulfilled be,Albeit in awareness, without harming anybody;

Lovely, not only did the truck look like it was on its last leg, it was going to take the environment with it.

My chains are broken in Jesus Name. Amen.

Seconds ebb and wane. She’s not afraid of her voice anymore, but she’s not entirely sure she trusts it. She’s seen the damage caused with a single word. Right now, each one is a weapon, a conduit of war, and she won’t just throw them out there all willy-nilly.

Authenticity is the seed of your identity and you can't go wrong with it in life.

He hams his Brummie accent, I tell myself, the way so many ex-pats ham their lost identity. The moustache is a pose. Yet, he hams this unpredictable matey belligerence, this curiously Midlands attitude. Colin is home away from home, I reflect, even if not the home you ever really liked.

An' I got to thinkin', on'y it wasn't thinkin', it was deeper down than thinkin'.

You can make excuses or you can achieve your goals, but you can't do both.

Just because the ones we love die (or fall out of our lives or disappear from the spinning of our spheres) does not mean we love them any less or erase them from the deeply etched lines of the maps we have traveled.We find ways to keep them alive in spirit, with the brutal knowing that they are gone in body.We can remember; we can feel & this can all be grief & it can all be love, too.

That,” Adriana said, “is a puzzling mystery that must be solved.

Big achievements come one small advantage at a time, one step at a time, one day at time.

What was meaningful? What was meaningless? What did it mean, to amount to something? What type of life, was worth living? Was it better, to make a ton of money, and have a fucking goddamn Mercedes, or whatever the fuck kind of car it was, to be a lawyer with a ‘serious’ job, and to have ‘amounted to something,’ or was it better to just be a waiter, and work the evening shift, and have your days free to goof off with your roommates, your friends, to go to meditation, to take some time to reflect, and enjoy life, and to not always be in such a big goddamn rush to get somewhere?

I'd spent my whole career dealing with badasses taking care of my nine-month-old boy should be a lark.

It isn't fair how I doubt him, and I wonder if he'll ever gather that my loss of faith extends further than I'd ever known it would, severing lines of trust and leveling my confidence like a city-flattening tornado.

Everything in the world might be connected, but that doesn't mean the way we feel about them has to be.

The reason why I hadn't washed my clothes or my hair was because it seemed so silly.I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.It made me tired just to think of it.I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it.

This is a roadside attraction,' said Wednesday. 'One of the finest. Which means it is a place of power.

Dreaming about being an actress, is more exciting then being one.

The saddest part is, no one has missed me, no one would even know if I had died couple of days ago. So my dead body would just lay here, abandoned, without anyone noticing or thinking about where I am. Maybe I am not just important…just mistake, outcast, person who is easy to forget and leave behind

My advice to you, my violent friend, is to seek out gold and sit on it.

Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don't need to show me thier badges. I know these guys very well.