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Every experience is a book to be written.

The Gospel shows people their wounds and bestows on them love. It shows them their bondage and supplies the hammerto knock away their chains. It shows them their nakedness and provides them the garments of purity. It shows them their poverty and pours into their lives the wealth of heaven. It shows them their sins and points them to the Savior.

Don't base your decision on the opinions of those who don't want to see you grow.

There is no Them. There are only facets of Us.

I was a rule-follower. I obeyed all forms of authority. I had never before encountered a situation where the authority was clearly wrong and I had to stand up for what was right.

If you allow your rhythm to be interrupted, you'll create a void. Then to replace what you give up, you'll start to expect and need more from your partner.

The denial of assistance is sometimes the greatest assistance. The trick is recognizing when this is the case.

Always a BOY FRIEND, never a BOYFRIEND.

To become desireless, to not want anything external to ourselves, means we rest in ourselves, whole, joyous and happy. In this state, our true nature is constant love, unending love, giving love.

You see, people are everywhere. They are everything. No matter who we are, or what we do, people are involved in our lives. If those people are poisonous, our lives will be poisonous also.

Every day you make certain decisions and take specific actions that come about as a result of how you think, feel and the habits you tend to indulge

Quality is better than quantity.

Do everything in mindfulness so you can really be there, so you can love.

There is a place where the mountains tumble one upon the other off into the far distance, peak after treeless peak. Steep ridges connect them and deep canyons slash them apart. The grassy summits are wreathed with black sage. No roads intrude upon this jumble of oak-filled canyons and steep-sided hills, only the ambling trails made by deer, coyotes, and bears. The local Indians believe the spirits of the ancients still travel these roads.

Being loved is the problem, because love is a demand - when you're loved, someone wants more of you.

All hatred of others is a reflection of self-hatred. All love of others is a reflection of self-love.

What is word knowledge but a shadow of wordless knowledge?

I wanted to scream as I stood there, my toes hanging over the edge of the dock. I wanted to let a gut-wrenching howl rip from my disfigured throat toward those clouded skies. I wanted to say every swear word my mother had ever taught me not to say.I would have settled for a cut-off whimper, just as long as some kind of sound came from my lips.

Grace is not an ancient gift but an elixir of the human spirit.

This for me was home, and for the visitors, Kashmir".

We gave ourselves for lost men, and prepared for death. Yet we did lift up our hearts and voices to God above, who "showeth His wonders in the deep".

When you have a plan in your mind of what the best life is for you, but it doesn't match your life, you have pain.

The entire road trip could be summed up as one giant attempt to keep from crashing the car during fits of rage and fits of hysteria.

The writer’s job is to write with rigor, with commitment, to defend what they believe with all the talent they have. I think that’s part of the moral obligation of a writer, which cannot be only purely artistic. I think a writer has some kind of responsibility at least to participate in the civic debate. I think literature is impoverished, if it becomes cut from the main agenda of people, of society, of life.

Motivation is desire or inspiration. A motive is a reason. What's your reason?

It wasn't that I stopped caring about life, but that I've stopped being able to care.

I believe that things we cry over because they are lost, can never be compared to things we will receive because of our loses. God is a great restorer!

I have done, this year, what I said I would: overcome my fear of facing a blank page day after day, acknowledging myself, in my deepest emotions, a writer, come what may.

Something happens when you are alone most of the time, when there are no distractions. Your mind grows more powerful--muscular, even. It takes over and starts to carry you.

Despite billions of Sun, the universe is still in darkness! The wisdom of light is yet powerless!

...when people oppose your view, you can become a lightning rod, but if I were you, I'd let them stew...

Everything I know, I learned from dogs.

Why not smile and preserve, why not let the light summon, why not spread the love, the love we all deserve

What I learn today I shall know forever. Whether or not I remember that I know it is a different story.

I'm used to desperate, buddy. Desperate's my factory default. But thanks anyway.

Talent guided by genius can achieve anything

The leaves of the trees are like the thoughts of the men: Some are bright, some dark; some fresh, some rotten; some healthy, some diseased.

These writers take the essence of every person around them, turn them into books and stories without permission or even a simple thank-you, and want all the credit and glory for themselves.

If I want to gain her trust, I have to give her mine...

I don't understand why people care so much about showing that they are good; because I am rather comfortable with having badness, quite okay with being inexplicable. They tire themselves so. The light is beautiful; but light can't hide treasures like the darkness can.

You are everything that I don’t have.

It is true that I miss intelligent companionship, but there are so few with whom I can share the things that mean so much to me that I have learned to contain myself. It is enough that I am surrounded with beauty...

She felt a strong pull toward the water and it was more than curiosity…

I've got a bad case of the 3:00 am guilts - you know, when you lie in bed awake and replay all those things you didn't do right? Because, as we all know, nothing solves insomnia like a nice warm glass of regret, depression and self-loathing.

In fact, they live in a state of constant paradox where truth is anything but constant

If integrity is considered a virtue, it may be because most people lack integrity. Also, as only a few succeed in their pursuits, some may link failure with a lack of integrity. But this is not fully true. When you reason it out, you might conclude that honest people are more likely to fail and the dishonest rise faster.

She stayed beside me until I slept, waveringly, brilliantly, hooded in diaphanous scarlet, and occasionally she left an imperative written in lipstick on my dusty windowpane. BE AMOROUS! she exhorted one night and, another night, BE MYSTERIOUS! Some nights later, she scribbled: WHEN YOU BEGIN TO THINK, YOU LOSE THE POINT.

Prayer is sacred act for all seasons.

Life is something which can't be defined, but can only be celebrated.

I'm learning quickly, once you quit one thing, it gets easier and easier just to leave situations rather than deal with shit.

With a hope and a prayer, you can get there.

Every text session my crush introduce me with a new quality in her crush, and trust me it's crushing my emotions...!!

Thousands of hopeful days came to naught before this one. This was a golden day. Never give up.

Our challenges will probably always be with us but, as we go on our journey of development, we become more aware of them, we come to accept them more, and they have less power over us.

To set goals and pursue them, we must have a desire to dream of things some would think to be impossible.

When life gives you a second chance, don’t just run with it…fly.

Keep going. You're a mess and you're happy.

Learning is experiential! The more I experience the more I learn. I love this interdependent process!

What doesn't kill you very often makes you weaker. What doesn't kill you can leave you limping for the rest of your days. What doesn't kill you can make you scared to leave your house, or even your bedroom, and have you trembling, or mumbling incoherently, or leaning with your head on a window pane, wishing you could return to the time before the thing that didn't kill you.

However, I must admit that keeping myself to myself has not always been comforting. At times, I seemed to suffer spells of depression and loneliness, longing to become healthy again; of going out and facing a world of injustices, of misery, of widespread indifference.