philosophy-of-life

The definition of a good story is one that remains with you long after you've turned that last page.

We are all the sum of a million moments in our lives.

Try & try until you cannot succeed.

Words of wisdom are easier said when shown, otherwise, they are incomprehensible.

The sins of men aren't confined to them. They travel like ripples over water, over many generations till someone gets revenge or finds forgiveness. You and I, we are all paying for our father's sins, aren't we?

Sometimes your own tongue can make you deaf and dumb.

Humility and level-headedness are traits, which have accrued upon me over the years, during the rites of my passage through time. They were thrust down my throat by the hands of Destiny and the Almighty, both of who are far greater, far grander, and far more mysterious and mystic, than all that we ordinary mortals can ever humanly conceive or comprehend. - Bhakti Vedanta Anandamurthy Thiruvadiar. ( A Character in the book)

i know for sure,to be a leader i have to be a reader

Perhaps, I am yet to be written. I am yet to be described in those poetic gestures lovers use to describe their soulmate.

My Favorite rapper Tupac Shakur.. Philosophical... The emotional depth of his lyricism. Rest in peace. So sad when I listen your music. I understand the struggle, I know exactly how you feel... Been there a million times. Wanting to change the world and Everytime you speak up, only your echo answers you back

If a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart.

Anyone who says "Trust me" is the last motherfucker you should ever trust.

Religions were never meant to be followed but thought for. It turned nasty when was turned into human ego, blasted straight out of furnace of hatred for fellow being.

When the ocean get poisoned even a sip will be deadly

What do the words __lant_ and __lan_ have in common? Yes, correct, it__ the word PLAN.Mind Gardening is a mindful thinking and planning philosophy.

Since capitalism is a system based of the love of money,doesn't that make it the root of all evil?

What does Malcolm have to worry about?" JB would ask them when Malcolm was anxious about something, but he knew: he was worried because to be alive was to worry. Life was scary; it was unknowable. Even Malcolm's money wouldn't immunize him completely. Life would happen to him, and he would have to try to answer it, just like the rest of them. They all--Malcolm with his houses, Willem with his girlfriends, JB with his paints, he with his razors--sought comfort, something that was theirs alone, something to hold off the terrifying largeness, the impossibility, of the world, of the relentlessness of its minutes, its hours, its days.

Maybe in the case of true human, their mind, their soul, their consciousness flows through their bodies like blood, inhabiting every cell of their physical being, and so Aristotle was right, in humans the mind and body are one and cannot be separated, the self is both with the body and perishes with it too. She imagined that union with a thrill. How lucky human beings were if that was the case, she wanted to tell Geronimo who was and was not Ibn Rushd: lucky and doomed. When their hearts pounded with excitement their souls pounded too, when their pulses raced their spirits were aroused, hen their eyes moistened with tears of happiness it was their minds that felt the joy. Their minds touched the people their fingers touched, and when they in turn were touched by others it was as if two consciousnesses were briefly joined. The mind gave the body sensuality, it allowed the body to taste delight and to smell love in their lover's sweet perfume; not only their bodies but their minds, too, made love. And at the end the soul, as mortal as the body, learned the last great lesson of life, which was the body's death.