We are doomed to choose, and every choice may entail an irreparable loss.
Grief is love's souvenir. It's the proof that we once loved.
The more you are grateful for what you have, the more you can live fully in the present.
Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
As soon as you know the voice and understand what it is, the whole scene changes. The same world which was the ghastly battlefield of maya is now changed into something good and beautiful.
We are doomed to choose, and every choice may entail an irreparable loss.
Grief is love's souvenir. It's the proof that we once loved.
The more you are grateful for what you have, the more you can live fully in the present.
Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
As soon as you know the voice and understand what it is, the whole scene changes. The same world which was the ghastly battlefield of maya is now changed into something good and beautiful.