Love makes you see a place differently, just as you hold differently an object that belongs to someone you love. If you know one landscape well, you will look at all other landscapes differently. And if you learn to love one place, sometimes you can also learn to love another.
~ Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces
Walking is the best possible exercise. Habituate yourself to walk very far.
~ Thomas Jefferson Continue reading “Walking”
With me I always carry my peace message: This is the Way of Peace: Overcome evil with good, falsehood with truth, and hatred with love. There is nothing new about this message, except the practice of it. And the practice of it is required not only in the international situation but also in the personal situation. I believe that the situation in the world is a reflection of our own immaturity. If we were mature, harmonious people, war would be no problem whatever — it would be impossible…
All of us can work for peace. We can work right where we are, right within ourselves, because the more peace we have within our own lives, the more we can reflect into the outer situation. In fact, I believe that the wish to survive will push us into some kind of uneasy world peace which will then need to be supported by a great inner awakening if it is to endure.
~ Peace Pilgrim
We owe our children – the most vulnerable citizens in any society – a life free from violence and fear.
~ Nelson Mandela
It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.
~ Frederick Douglass
The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.
~ Joseph Campbell
Love is alone sufficient by itself; it pleases by itself, and for its own sake. It is itself a merit, and itself its own recompense. It seeks neither cause, nor consequences, beyond itself. It is its own fruit, its own object and usefulness. I love, because I love; I love, that I may love.
~ Bernard of Clairvaux
What we love we shall grow to resemble.
~ Bernard of Clairvaux
Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.
~ Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore