I love my prayer rug. . . . because it helped me remember that the earth is the creation of God and sacred the same all over.
As for hearing, the sloth is not so much deaf as uninterested in sound.
Animals that escape go from the known into the unknown - and if there is one thing an animal hates above all else, it is the unknown. Escaping animals usually hind in the very first place they find th...
If literature does one thing, it makes you more empathetic by making you live other lives and feel the pain of others. Ideologues don't feel the pain of others because they haven't imaginatively got u...
They never look very big on the table, the bodies. It's built to accommodate the largest frames, there's that. And they're naked. But it's something else. That parcel of the being called the soul-weig...
The moon was a sharply defined crescent and the sky was perfectly clear. The stars shone with such fierce, contained brilliance that it seemed absurd to call the night dark.
Religion? Mr Kumar grinned broadly. I don't believe in religion. Religion is darkness.
Le dije que me gustaba la comida picante. No sé por qué tuve que afirmar semejante idiotez si es mentira. Voy poniendo cucharada tras cucharada de yogur en la comida. No hay nada que hacer. Cada vez m...
It’s the sun that makes a landscape, drawing out its color, defining its contours, giving it its spirit.
If you take two steps towards God,' he used to tell me, 'God runs to you!
If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination o the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams.
His heart is expended that way, of loving the single, particular individual. He loved Clara with every fibre of his being, but now he has nothing left. Or rather, he has learned to live with her absen...
He often repeated something Father Abrahan said to him once, how faith is ever young, how faith, unlike the rest of us, does not age.
For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything,...
كلما ازداد انحطاط حالك، تاق عقلك إلى السمو.
Why do people move? What makes them uproot and leave everything they've known for a great unknown beyond the horizon? Why climb this Mount Everest of formalities that makes you feel like a beggar? Why...
When the course of experience made me see that there is no saviour and no special grace, no remission beyond the human, that pain is to be endured and fades, if it fades, only with time, then God beca...
When animals fight, it is with the intent to kill and with the understanding that they may be killed.
The world isn't just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no?Doesn't that make life a story?
The paths to liberation are numerous, but the bank along the way is always the same, the Bank of Karma, where the liberation account of each of us is credited or debited depending on our actions.