#ife

When prayer, rituals and ascetic life are just a means of self-indulgence, they are harmful rather than beneficial. This is quite obvious to people nowadays, when it is widely recognised that fixations are not the same as valuable and laudable observances. One should not pray if that prayer is vanity; rituals are wrong when they provide lower satisfactions, like emotional stimulus instead of enlightenment; he or she should not be an ascetic who is only enjoying it. ↗

— Idries Shah

#love #sufis #truth #way #wisdom

The art of life lies in a constant readjustment to our surroundings. ↗

— Kakuzō Okakura

#lifestyle #art

It is my belief that love dies from overuse, and the heart dies from a lack of interest in life without it. ↗

— Abigail Brown

#love #the-heart #wisdom #life

You can't stop negative thoughts from coming in, but you can make sure they leave as quickly as they enter. ↗

— Nkem Mpamah

#executive-coaching #life-coaching #success-self-improvement #successful-living #teamwork

The first goal to be able to divide my life between two lovely places, an island off the coast of France and a village surrounded by Spanish mountains has been achieved. ↗

— Anne Weale

#life

My suffering left me sad and gloomy. ↗

— Yann Martel

#life

Love is the light by which all are brought forward out of darkness. ↗

— LeeAnn Taylor

#earth #fear #heaven #hope #humanity

I love you more than life itself, Arodi, you mean everything to me. I'm lost without you. I swear by all that is holy and sacred to me that I will never leave you, and I won't die on you. I'm never going to leave you alone. ↗

— C.N. Faust

#gay #love #romance #war #life

What is blood but the wine of life? ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#death #essence #life #wine #death

It was easy to conjure him up this morning, when everything was quiet and still. A little, ginger-bearded man; she had been taller than him by half a head. She had never felt the slightest physical attraction towards him. 'What was love, after all?' thought Parminder, as a gentle breeze ruffled the tall hedge of leyland cypresses that enclosed the Jawandas’ big back lawn. Was it love when somebody filled a space in your life that yawned inside you, once they had gone? 'I did love laughing', thought Parminder. 'I really miss laughing.' And it was the memory of laughter that, at last, made the tears flow from her eyes. They trickled down her nose and into her coffee, where they made little bullet holes, swiftly erased. She was crying because she never seemed to laugh any more (...). ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#love #tears #life