All Quotes By Tag: Wisdom

“Sticks and stones may break bones, but words can shatter souls. Choose carefully the words you say to others. Choose wisely the words you say to yourself. Words have a way of becoming truths we believe about ourselves. And what we believe, we become.”

“How am I still making stupid mistakes in my eighties? Whenever somebody says to me, “Maybe it’ll come with age,” I want to say, ‘I wouldn’t count on it.”

“True strength is forged in gentleness, guided by wisdom, and steeped in peace.”

“If we aren’t willing to pay a price for our values, if we aren’t willing to make some sacrifices in order to realize them, then we should ask ourselves whether we truly believe in them at all.”

“And when we stand in the middle of whatever wilderness happens to be ours, we look around and ask, what plan got us here and what plan will get us out? The former is likely the product of our ignorant contrivances, while the latter is a formulation of God’s phenomenal genius. And have we ever considered that we might be in the wilderness because we’ve confused the two?”

“Strength is like the windnow raging with the fierceness of a hurricanedetermined to overcome any obstacle in its pathnow vanishing into a breath-stealing stillnesswhen life hits too hard and the soul gasps for reliefnow stirring softly to whisper that it’s okayto struggle, to fail, to suffer, to restbecause life goes onand strength will eventually rise againto carry us through…just maybe not right now.”

“If we slow down and take the time to listen every soul we encounter can teach us something new. Wisdom comes in every shape and size and color and language and form imaginable. The only true limitation is our own inability to see and hear and understand the infinite beauty and wisdom of the human spirit, regardless of its packaging.”

“Ficar mais velha, percebe Nella, não parece fazer com que ninguém tenha mais certeza das coisas. Simplesmente dá mais motivos para duvidar.”

“Without compassion, freedom can be self-righteous, inhuman, self-centered, and cruel.”

“Përsëritja asht nana e dijes.”

“Some Consequences of the Made ThingThe End. Above these words the sky closes.It closes by turning white. NotThe white of all clouds or being within a cloud.White of worldless light. The End.Feel a silence there that reminds you of a scent.Crushed grass the hooves galloped throughOr is it the binder’s glue?Some silence never not real finally can beHeard. Silence before the first words.Precedent chaos. Or marrow work.Or just the sound of the throat opening to speak.Like those scholars of pure waterWho rode through mountains and meadowsTo drink from each fresh spring a glassAnd then with brush and ink wrote poemsOn the differences of sameness,You too feel yourself taste the silent pageOf the end and the silent page of beginning.They taste so much of whiteness never moreWhite than white that’s been lost.You have some sense of the bookAltering, page sewn secretly next to page,Last page stitched to first. O, earth—It rolls around the solar scrollTurning nothing into years and years intoNothing. At The End you’re a witness to this workThat wears the witness away. And who are youAnyway. Pronoun of the 2nd person. Lover,Stranger, God. Student, Child, Shade.Something similar gathers in you.Another way of saying I in a poem—Of saying I in a poem that realizes at the endThat I am just a distance from myself.And so are you. That same distance.”

“In your actions, don’t procrastinate. In your conversations, don’t confuse. In your thoughts, don’t wander. In your soul, don’t be passive or aggressive. In your life, don’t be all about business.”

“Namastemeans that my soul acknowledges yours -not just your light,your wisdom, your goodness,but also your darkness,your suffering, your imperfections.It is a recognitionand acceptance ofthe inexplicabledivine absurdity,the miraculous woveninto the ordinary,light and darknessintimately entwinedin magical, messyhumanity. It means that I honorall that you arewith all that I am.So, namaste, my fellow travelers.I’m so glad we’re on this trek through the universe together.”

“If everyone perceives a different reality based on their unique physical and psychological attributes, their histories, needs, and desires, then whose reality is accurate? The point is, our so-called reality, the world we think we live in, is actually a contrivance. It’s a projection of what we perceive, think, feel, and believe at any given moment. That may sound depressing, but it can be quite the opposite. It can be empowering. Why? Because, if our reality is contrived, it can be adjusted . . . and elevated.”

“That is the paradox of the human condition. If we humbly accept that our experience of reality is constrained, we immediately loosen the chains that bind us, and we begin to expand.”