just saying...

Nov 29, 2008 00:14

And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

How is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself? If there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a life lived in the midst of such paradox. One must live in the middle of contradiction, because if all contradiction were eliminated at once life would collapse. There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light.

A road to a friend's house is never long. My friends are my health.
The only way to have a friend is to be one. In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.

You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses. Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world.

Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.

life

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