#ife

Love is not an exclusive relationship with another person; love is the quality that arises when we are in contact with our inner being, with our authentic self, with the meditative quality within, with the inner silence and emptiness. This inner emptiness is experienced by others and is expressed on the outside as love. This love is not addressed to a specific person; it is a presence and quality that surrounds a person like a fragrance. ↗

— Swami Dhyan Giten

#inner-being #love #meditation #relationships #silence

Her eyes on my eyes. I was tearing apart, inside and outside. Her life. My life. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#life

But, astonishingly, I'm not broken. I'm not destroyed. Terrified witless, shaking, retching with fear, yes. But no longer insecure. Because during my search for how you died, I somehow found myself to be a different person. ... Living my life. And it wouldn't be my grief for you that toppled the mountain, but love. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#self-discovery #life

You're surrounded by people and voices and noises, but there you are, alone and trembling inside. And you want to be invisible. (thinking) Please, don't notice me. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#depression #life #mental-illness #quotes #sad

The road of life is filled with sunshine and clouds, black and white, triumphs and tragedies. As we continue down the road, we decide which things we bring with us, and which we leave in the rear-view mirror. ↗

— Julie-Anne

#road #sunshine #tragedies #triumphs #life

As long as he was breathing, God's greatest task for him was not yet finished. His highest purpose in life was still unfulfilled. ... God still had plans for him. ↗

— Karen Kingsbury

#life

Yanılgılarımızın çoğu, düşüneceğimiz yerde duygulanmak ve duygulanacağımız yerde düşünmekten doğar. ↗

— Murat Menteş

#life

Anybody or anything may stand between you and knowledge if you are unfit for it. ↗

— Idries Shah

#learning #life #process #sufis #sufism

That’s what love is like: mother of the greatest bliss and stepmother of the most tragic misery. ↗

— Stefanos Livos

#happiness #love #misery #mother #sadness

I had never before thought of how awful the relationship must be between the musician and his instrument. He has to fill it, this instrument, with the breath of life, his own. He has to make it do what he wants it to do. And a piano is just a piano. It's made out of so much wood and wires and little hammers and big ones, and ivory. While there's only so much you can do with it, the only way to find this out is to try; to try and make it do everything. ↗

— James Baldwin

#everything #instrument #ivory-tower #life #music