In your yearning you have made me into that which I am not.
In life, it's best not to take anything for free - unless it's from someone who wishes you well.
I tried to hold on to this compassion, sensing its preciousness, but even as I reached to grasp it, it dissipated into wisps. No revelation can endure unless it is bolstered by a calm pure mind- and I...
I liked his voice, rich and unself-conscious even when he forgot words and hummed to fill in the gap. What I didn't understand, I imagined, and thus it became a love song.
I broke the first rule, the unwritten one, meant not just for warriors but all of us: I took love and used it as a balm to soothe my ego.
How innocent we’d been, thinking that if only we willed something hard enough, it would come true.
Hope not built on reason brings disappointment only.
Good daughters are fortunate lamps, brightening the family’s name.
For isn't that what our homes are ultimately, our fantasies made corporeal, our secret selves exposed? The converse is also true: we grow to become that which we live within.
Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.
Every person has a heart, but we're not always lucky enough to get a glimpse of it. And every heart, even the hardest, has a fragile spot. If you hit it there, it shatters.
Distance is a great promoter of harmony:
Aren't we all pawns in the hands of time, the greatest player of them all?
Time is the great eraser, both of sorrow and of joy.
You will be remembered for causing the greatest war of your time.
The wind blows through him, cleansing. Salt and distance, smell of the deep.
The pleasures that arise from sense-objects are bound to end, and thus they are only sources of pain. Don’t get attached to them. And: When a man reaches a state where honor and dishonor are alike to...
The dream is a mirror showing me my beauty. I bless the dream. The dream is a mirror showing me my ugliness. I bless the dream.
Perhaps that was why I had to endure pain—because true transformation can only happen in the crucible of suffering
Or is this how humans survive, shrugging off history, immersing themselves in the moment?