We're all related, after all, so there's going to be some repetition of creative instinct. Everything reminds us of something. But once you put your own expression and passion behind an idea, that ide...
We have shriveled down the notion of what constitutes a family unit to such a tiny scale that it would probably be unrecognizable as a family to anybody in one of those big, loose, enveloping Hmong cl...
We are not alien visitors to this planet, after all but natural residents and relatives of every living entity here. This earth is where we came from and where we'll all end up when we die, and during...
We all need something that helps us to forget ourselves for a while
Vienoje šmaikščioje itališkoje istorijoje pasakojama apie varguolį, kuris kasdien vaikščiojo į bažnyčią ir priešais didžio šventojo skulptūrą melsdavosi: Brangus šventasis...prašau, labai prašau...dov...
To stop talking for a while, then, is to attempt to strip away the power of words, to stop choking ourselves with words, to liberate ourselves from our suffocating mantras.
This is intimacy: the trading of stories in the dark.
There’s a reason they call God a presence—because God is right here, right now. In the present is the only place to find Him, and now is the only time.
There's a reason we refer to leaps of faith - because the decision to consent to any notion of divinity is a mighty jump from the rational over to the unknowable, and I don't care how diligently schol...
The universe buries strange jewels deep within us all, and then stands back to see if we can find them. The hunt to uncover those jewels—that’s creative living. The
The poet David Whyte calls this sense of creative entitlement the arrogance of belonging, and claims that it is an absolutely vital privilege to cultivate if you wish to interact more vividly with lif...
The hub of calmness—that’s your heart. That’s where God lives within you. So stop looking for answers in the world. Just keep coming back to that center and you’ll always find peace.
The former Catholic nun (who oughtta know about guilt, after all) wouldn’t hear of it. Guilt’s just your ego’s way of tricking you into thinking that you’re making moral progress. Don’t fall for it, m...
The Lazio fans always stop [at the bakery] on their way home from the stadium to stand in the street for hours, leaning up against their motorcycles, talking about the game, looking macho as anything,...
The Augusteum warns me not to get attached to any obsolete ideas about who I am, what I represent, whom I belong to, or what function I may once have intended to serve. .. Even in the Eternal City (Ro...
So many of us believe in perfection, which ruins everything else, because the perfect is not only the enemy of the good; it's also the enemy of the realistic, the possible, and the fun.
Recognizing that people's reactions don't belong to you is the only sane way to create. If people enjoy what you've created, terrific. If people ignore what you've created, too bad. If people misunder...
Real, sane, mature love—the kind that pays the mortgage year after year and picks up the kids after school—is not based on infatuation but on affection and respect.
Pure, clean, void, tranquil, breathless, selfless, endless, undecaying, steadfast, eternal, unborn, independent, he abides in his own greatness,
Pliny the Elder wrote once: If anyone will consider theabundance of Rome’s public supply of water, for baths, cisterns, ditches, houses, gardens,villas; and take into account the distance over which i...