Juk kiekvienas gyvas žmogus turi savyje stebuklingą krislą, kurį jis gali padovanoti pasauliui. Nepaprasta laimė – atrasti tą stebuklą, sužinoti kokį turtą turi. Daugybė žmonių iki pat mirties žiūri į savo sielą, bet taip ir nepamato, kokie turtai buvo jiems padovanoti. O daug ir tokių, kurie žiūrėti patingi. Dar daugiau tų, kurie bijo net pažvelgti į savo vidų.
Kapitonas išplaukdamas į neatrastus kraštus nežino, kokį krantą suras jo laivas. Žmonėms neleista žinoti, kodėl jie ateina į šį pasaulį. Bet laivai plaukia ieškoti naujų žemių ir kiekvienas komandos jūreivis tikisi, jog laivo laukia šilti ir svetingi krantai. Žmonės gyvena tikėdamiesi,kad gyvenimas turi tikslą ir prasmę, didesnę už patį gyvenimą.
Kapitonas išplaukdamas į neatrastus kraštus nežino, kokį krantą suras jo laivas. Žmonėms neleista žinoti, kodėl jie ateina į šį pasaulį. Bet laivai plaukia ieškoti naujų žemių ir kiekvienas komandos jūreivis tikisi, jog laivo laukia šilti ir svetingi krantai. Žmonės gyvena tikėdamiesi, kad gyvenimas turi tikslą ir prasmę, didesnę už patį gyvenimą.
Was it by reason that I attained to the knowledge that I must love my neighbor and not to throttle him?. They told me so when I was a child, and I gladly believed it, because they told me what was already in my soul. But who discovered it? Not reason! Reason has discovered the struggle for existence and the law that I must throttle all those who hinder the satisfaction of my desires. That is the deduction reason makes. But the law of loving others couldn't be discovered by reason, because it is unreasonable.
А жизнь идёт. Идёт потому, что есть надежда, без которой отчаяние убило бы жизнь.And life goes on. It goes on because there is hope.
He knew that any given thing on the face of the earth could reveal the history of all things. One could open a book to any page, or look at a person's hand; one could turn a card, or watch the flight of birds... whatever the thing observed, one could find a connection with his experience of the moment. Actually, it wasn't that those things, in themselves, revealed anything at all; it was just that people, looking at what was occurring around them, could find a means of penetration to the Soul of the World.
Over the course of seventy years, Isobel had learned how indiscriminately unkind Life could be. She also knew that cataloguing and reviewing examples of such cruelty was, in itself, a masochistic exercise. One that she'd habitually and rigorously trained herself to refrain from engaging in. Better to focus on those events that demonstrated the grace and beauty with which Life could perform, without rival, when bestowing on her captive audience a distinctively intermittent yet consistently welcomed generosity of spirit.
Trabajamos, compramos, vendemos y construimos relaciones sociales; discutimos sobre política, economía y ciencias, pero en el fondo somos niños que cuentan chistes en el teatro de la existencia sin nunca advertir su complejidad. Escribimos millones de libros y los almacenamos en las bibliotecas inmensas, pero no somos más que críos. No sabemos casi nada de lo que realmente somos. Somos millones de niños que, durante décadas y décadas, jugamos en este planeta deslumbrante.
What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow. Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives…. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.
The ending shouldn't determine the meaning of anything, a story or a life. Logically, I don't think it can--didn't Heidegger say something to that effect? That the meaning of all our moments cannot be contingent upon an end-point over which we have no control? That if we are happy right now, that means something, even if we die tomorrow? Narrative integrity is overrated. I don't need to know that the story of my life has a happy ending to enjoy it. A good thing, too, because I hear all the characters die in the end.
He had seen how the spirit, the reserves in [Bond], could pull him out of badly damaged conditions that would have broken the normal human being. He knew how a desperate situation would bring out those reserves again, how the will to live would spring up again in a real emergency. He remembered how countless neurotic patients had disappeared for ever from his consulting rooms when the last war had broken out. The big worry had driven out the smaller ones, the greater fear the lesser. He made up his mind. He turned back to M. "Give him one more chance.
Me ei muutu. Arvame, et muutume, kuid see pole nii. Mõni sündmus või inimene võib meis esile tuua joone, millest varem keegi teadlik polnud. Need jooned on alati meie sees olemas, me lihtsalt ei märka neid. Ei märka sedagi, mis väljaspool. Maskid piiravad vaatevälja. Ometi jätab iga inimene, kellega viivuks või aastateks kokku satume, sellele maskile oma kriimu. Mõni inimene kriimustab seda nii tugevalt, et mask hoopiski eest pudeneb. Neile tuleb tänulik olla. Nad päästavad meid.
Our way of life decrees that everyone is born with a pre-determined destiny. With good karma, one can try to make the most of one’s circumstances. But that’s all. There is a lot that is beyond the power of mere humans, ; the future unfolds the way it is meant to. Everyone acts the way they are meant to and lives as they are meant to, ; not a moment more, not a moment less. Each person that you meet has a role to play and nothing can alter that. The relationship they share with you, the duration of their presence in your life, all of it is ordained
أهلاً .. مع السلامة " هكذا تقول الحياة لكل منا ببساطة و نحن الآن في فترة ما بين ال أهلاً و ال مع السلامة .
احذر،لا تخاطر مع الحقيقة..اكتف بما لديك من جزئياتها،حينما تعرف الكل،لاشيء ينقذك من حتمية الجنون
