You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.
Its true hard work never killed anybody, but I figure, why take the chance?
Where is this heaven? You have not even the power to see one grain of sand here. Can you see this earth of ours? The earth appears to us to be stationary, and the sun seems to go round us; but if we could get away from our earth, and look down from the sun upon it, we should see that it is moving round the sun in a circle, and that the sun is standing still. So it is with our conceptions of heaven and hell; they are not real, but only human conceptions.
Success is not about seeking constant external approval; it's about having the courage to define your own version of success and live life on your own terms.
The sage is like the sky, which appears to be small and limited, but in reality is vast and limitless. The ignorant person is like a cloud, which seems to cover a lot of space, but in reality has no substance.
The art of acceptance is the art of making someone who has done you wrong into a friend.
You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.
Its true hard work never killed anybody, but I figure, why take the chance?
Where is this heaven? You have not even the power to see one grain of sand here. Can you see this earth of ours? The earth appears to us to be stationary, and the sun seems to go round us; but if we could get away from our earth, and look down from the sun upon it, we should see that it is moving round the sun in a circle, and that the sun is standing still. So it is with our conceptions of heaven and hell; they are not real, but only human conceptions.
Success is not about seeking constant external approval; it's about having the courage to define your own version of success and live life on your own terms.
The sage is like the sky, which appears to be small and limited, but in reality is vast and limitless. The ignorant person is like a cloud, which seems to cover a lot of space, but in reality has no substance.
The art of acceptance is the art of making someone who has done you wrong into a friend.