If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.
We are the leaves of one branch, the drops of one sea, the flowers of one garden.
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
Be grateful for what you have and stop complaining, it bores everybody else, does you no good, and doesn't solve any problems.
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
This is the only way towards improving of self:
If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.
We are the leaves of one branch, the drops of one sea, the flowers of one garden.
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
Be grateful for what you have and stop complaining, it bores everybody else, does you no good, and doesn't solve any problems.
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
This is the only way towards improving of self: