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“What you seek is seeking you.”
“Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.”
“This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor...Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.”
“Two there are who are never satisfied -- the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.”
“And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?”
“I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.”
“These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.”
This universe is not outside of you. Look inside yourself; everything that you want, you are already that.”
“My heart is so small it's almost invisible. How can You place such big sorrows in it? "Look," He answered, "your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.”
“There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.”
“There are lovers content with longing. I’m not one of them.”
“She loved him so much she concealed his name in many phrases, the inner meanings known only to her.”
“I don't want learning, or dignity, or respectability. I want this music, and this dawn, and the warmth of your cheek against mine.”
“Patience is not sitting and waiting, it is foreseeing.
“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.”
When I am with you, we stay up all Night, When you’re not here, I can’t get to Sleep. Praise God for these two insomnias! And the difference between them.
This We Have Now This we have now is not imagination. This is not grief or joy. Not a judging state, or an elation, or sadness. Those come and go. This is the presence that doesn’t.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course, through this migration of intelligences, and though we seem to be sleeping, there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream, and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are.
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
