We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
I cannot teach anybody anything. I can only make them think.
True compassion is not just an emotional response but a firm commitment founded on reason.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life.
The measure of love is to love without measure.
Each of us is responsible for everything to everyone else.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
I cannot teach anybody anything. I can only make them think.
True compassion is not just an emotional response but a firm commitment founded on reason.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life.
The measure of love is to love without measure.
Each of us is responsible for everything to everyone else.