Gratitude arises whenever you start feeling God’s presence around you; then only gratitude is left. Continue reading
Spirituality
A Prayer
” Lord, thou knowest better than myself that I am growing older and will soon be old. Keep me from becoming too talkative, and especially from the unfortunate habit of thinking that I must say something on every subject and at every opportunity. Continue reading
Maturity is accepting the responsibility of being oneself, whatsoever the cost.
“Listen to your being. It is continuously giving you hints; it is a still, small voice. Continue reading
Learning From Trees
“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Continue reading
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind
“Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life. Continue reading
A person is a person through other persons
“Ubuntu […] speaks of the very essence of being human. Continue reading
Candy Chang: Before I die I want to…
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God’s Work
“I know God won’t give me anything I can’t handle. I just wish he didn’t trust me so much.”
― Mother Teresa
A man who has learned how to die has unlearned how to be a slave
There is no place on earth where death cannot find us—even if we constantly twist our heads about in all directions as in a dubious and suspect land… If there were any way of sheltering from death’s blows— I am not the man to recoil from it… But it is madness to think that you can succeed…
Men come and they go and they trot and they dance, and never a word about death. All well and good. Yet when death does come—to them, their wives, their children, their friends—catching them unawares and unprepared, then what storms of passion overwhelm them, what cries, what fury, what despair!… Continue reading
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