the-world

Even the Us's are Them's.

...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door...

Are we letting the world influence the church more than the church is affecting those in the world?

I get it. I haven't seen much of the real world yet. But let's say I do get out there... and it turns out that it's not even worth seeing? Or even worse.. what if it's so ugly and cruel that I can barely stand to look? What if I only meet idiots and the depraved? What's that going to teach me? What can I learn from that?

Just as the world spun us into existence, it will spin on long after we are gone.

It is now how things are in the world that is mystical, but that it (the world) exists at all.....

The earth keeps turning but it never says why.

The world needs more beautiful things.

It's not the world that needs to change - it's our consciousness we must raise

Unconditional love is something people achieve once they__e given themselves over completely to someone. Once they__e decided that no matter what the other person does, they will always love them.

justice...is not inherent in the universe and what man has put there he uses when he uses it at all strictly for his own purposes the world is so sad that the only way to live with it is to laugh at it

Ten minutes ago, Frank though he was going to prison. Now he knows he__ not, and part of him thinks he should just be glad he__ getting out of this at all, but he__ not. He__ not glad. He__ furious. He__ known the world is broken for a long time, he__ known that, but sometimes he__ amazed at how broken; even now, at this point in his life, nearing fifty years old, he can stumble across something that makes him realize all over again that the world is not only broken, but beyond fixing. No amount of glue can ever make it right. And yet, you have to focus on your little part of it, don__ you? You have to focus on your little corner of the world and glue what cracks you can. Otherwise there__ no hope at all.

I used to believe that the world is a journey that takes you on a mystical ride across time. I don't anymore.

The world needs to witness the best positive version of you, because being fake doesn't do the world any good.

The brevity of our lives breeds a kind of temporal parochialism__n ignorance of or an indifference to those planetary gears which turn more slowly than our own.

We have to change the world to fit us, not the other way around.

We may think of ourselves as static anti-heroes, but in reality we're dynamic protagonists just waiting for our courage to kick in.