philosophical

My philosophical heart will not judge thee

In the big scheme of things, all's we really need, is a little love

In truth, Liesel was a prisoner too, just held by different kinds of bonds.

It all begins with goodness in the heart.

In the "Brihadaranyaka Upanishad" it is said that it is not the physical person who is attractive, but it is the Atman residing in that person which attracts us. It is that which provides all our delights. Love for someone, the delight experience in that love, both come from the source we call God.

I blame God for all the good things that happened in my life to spite him I will be good to others

All his life he would cherish the memory of an endless caravan of camels alongside the railway line, the laden beasts plodding patiently through the snow, ignoring the twentieth century as it hurtled past them in a clash of iron and a shriek of steam.

I am doubtful myself about the undertaking. Part of the attraction of the L.R. is, I think, due to the glimpses of a large history in the background: an attraction like that of viewing far off an unvisited island, or seeing the towers of a distant city gleaming in a sunlit mist. To go there is to destroy the magic, unless new unattainable vistas are again revealed. Also many of the older legends are purely 'mythological', and nearly all are grim and tragic: a long account of the disasters that destroyed the beauty of the Ancient World, from the darkening of Valinor to the Downfall of Numenor and the flight of Elendil.

An autobiography is inherently incomplete unless the last page is written on the eve of the author's demise.

No one is a good historian of the patent, visible, striking, and public life of peoples, if he is not, at the same time, in a certain measure, the historian of their deep and hidden life; and no one is a good historian of the interior unless he understands how, at need, to be the historian of the exterior also...True history being a mixture of all things, the true historian mingles in everything.

I am smart because I know I nothing.

I am a rock in a sea of despair and yearning. Take hold of me and together we may form an island of hope and plenty.

Always recycle wasted time

Jace turned to look over his shoulder, the wind whipping his hair into tangles. "What are you thinking?" he called back to her."Just how different everything down there is now, you know, now that I can see.""Everything down there is exactly the same," he said. "You're the one that's different.

This isn__ lust. Lust wants, does the obvious, and pads back into the forest. Love is greedier. Love wants round-the-clock care; protection; rings, vows, joint accounts; scented candles on birthdays; life insurance. Babies. Love__ a dictator.

What he saw seemed to be the very idea of a city, barnacled and thick with itself.

WISEGod decides different paths for us,That a single soul to follow.He trains us through our journeys to earth,And gives us misery and sorrow.Sufferings or happiness, none stay forever,They come and go like waves,A wise treats both as gifts of God,Balanced he always behaves.From - RAINS OF GEMS ISBN 978-4828-1304-3

Maybe they were born of karma, their own or their parents', Zack thought; maybe the universe had a purpose for them, and they were what they were because the world needed them to be that way.