“Instead of saying “I don’t have time” try saying “it’s not a priority,” and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. But other things are harder. Try it: “I’m not going to edit your résumé, sweetie, because it’s not a priority.” “I don’t go to the doctor because my health is not a priority.” If these phrases don’t sit well, that’s the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.”—Are You As Busy As You Think? - The Wall Street Journal (via varanine)
“You are responsible for how you feel no matter what someone does to you. Remember, you are always in control of your thoughts, so choose to feel confident and adequate rather than angry and insecure.”—Robert Tew (via quotethat)
“All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him.”—Siddhārtha Gautama (via likethesun)
“You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.”—Siddhartha Gautama (via joyeuse)
“Celebration when your plan is working? Anyone can do that. But when you realize that the story of your life could be told a thousand different ways, that you could tell it over and over as a tragedy, but you choose to call it an epic, that’s when you start to learn what celebration is. When what you see in front of you is so far outside of what you dreamed, but you have the belief, the boldness, the courage to call it beautiful instead of calling it wrong… that’s celebration.”—“Cold Tangerines” by Shauna Niequist (via julie911)
“The blind man and the blind woman were now resting, apart, the one lying beside the other, but they were still holding hands, they were young, perhaps even lovers who had gone to the cinema and turned blind there, or perhaps some miraculous coincidence brought them together in this place, and, this being the case, how did they recognise each other, good heavens, by their voices, of course, it is not only the voice of blood that needs no eyes, love, which people say is blind, also has a voice of its own.”—José Saramago | Blindness (via blogut)
Love is my whole message. It contains all that is significant in all the religions of the world. Buddha, Jesus, Zarathustra, Lao Tzu, Krishna essentially taught love.
Those who can love don’t need any other doctrine, any other dogma. They don’t need to go to any other church or temple. Love is their God and love is their temple. Love is their life. Love is their very flavor, their very lifestyle.
Just a simple drop of love is enough to give you a taste of eternity. And a single moment of love is enough to give you the vision of that which is beyond time, beyond death and beyond mind. Love is the most precious thing in existence.
Lose everything for love, but never lose love for anything. Sacrifice everything on the altar of love, but never, never sacrifice love for anything. That’s the only religion I teach.
“I think we all learned a valuable lesson about faith: You give it to the people you love. But the people who really deserve it are the people who come through even when you don’t love them enough.”—Veronica Mars (via fleeting-reveries)
“I put my hand on him. Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?”—Jonathan Safran Foer (via arigoto)