It was only later that I realized that this voice was my own thinking, that this moment of anguish was my first inkling that I was a ceaseless monologue trapped within myself.
It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.
If a friend of mine in Paris had confessed that he was in love with a Simon or a Peter, I would have compared notes with him on my love for Mary Ann. Gender in matters of love struck me as of no great...
If Christ played doubt, so must we. If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the cross, My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? then surely we are also permitted doubt. But...
I'll be honest about it. It is not atheists who get stuck in my craw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for a while.
I was determined to move forward.
I tell you, to be drunk on alcohol is disgraceful, but to be drunk on water is noble and ecstatic.
I am reminded of a story of Lord Krishna when he was a cowherd. Every night he invites the milkmaids to dance with him in the forest. They come and they dance. The night is dark, the fire in their mid...
I am magical: I can bleed for five days and not die.
Hindus, in their capacity for love, are indeed hairless Christians, just as Muslims, in the way they see God in everything, are bearded Hindus, and Christians, in their devotion to God, are hat wearin...
For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out.
Despite attending a nominally Christian school, I had not yet been inside a church—and I wasn't about to dare the deed now. I knew very little about the religion. It had a reputation for few gods and...
Blessed be shock. Blessed be the part of us that protects us from too much pain and sorrow. At the heart of life is a fusebox.
Because to suffer and do nothing is to be nothing, while to suffer and do something is to become someone. And that is what he is doing: becoming someone.
Antara mencari untung dan melayani masyarakat tidak bisa seiring-sejalan.
Ageing is not easy, Senhora Castro. It's a terrible, incurable pathology. And great love is another pathology.
A work of art works because it is true, not because it is real.
But it was hard, oh, it was hard. Faith in God is an opening up, a letting go, a deep trust, a free act of love--but sometimes it was so hard to love. Sometimes my heart was sinking so fast with anger...
Reality is how we interpret it. Imagination and volition play a part in that interpretation. Which means that all reality is to some extent a fiction.
Хората се преселват, защото са изтощени от безпокойство. Заради разяждащото чувство, че колкото и да работят, усилията им няма да бъдат възнаградени, че това, което ще изградят за година, други ще раз...