#pa

To some extent a life of celibacy is a picture of how all of us are to live, containing our passions for God’s purposes. ↗

— Eric Metaxas

#sexuality #life

The youthful body untouched decays the fastest, for no living hands record its splendor; and here youth and time are wasted. ↗

— Roman Payne

#aging #growing-old #life #payne #time

It is one of life's great ironies that most people's only connection to success is their attachment to the pain of not having achieved it. ↗

— Stephen Smoke

#pain #success #life

Cinta sulit dipercaya, tanyakan pada siapapun yang sedang jatuh cinta. Kehidupan ini juga sulit dipercaya, tanyakan pada ilmuwan manapun. Tuhan juga sulit dipercaya, tanyakan pada siapapun yang memercayainya. Kenapa Anda tidak menerima hal-hal yang sulit dipercaya? ↗

— Yann Martel

#hidup #jatuh-cinta #kehidupan #kepercayaan #percaya

Se non hai paura di una cosa, allora quella cosa impara a stare lontana da te, perché capisce che più di tanto non riesce a danneggiarti, e con tutta la gente danneggiabile che c'è in giro non è che si mette a perdere tempo con uno che non l'apprezza. ↗

— Diego De Silva

#paura #people #vita #life

Because the truth was, and we both knew it, he'd gone long, long ago. I'd just made him stick around when he really wanted to be somewhere else. In his own weird way, he was another victim of the shooting, One of the ones who couldn't get away. "Are you mad?" he asked, which I thought was a really strange question. "Yes," I said. And I was. It's just that I wasn't so sure I was mad at him. But I don't think he needed to hear that part. I don't think he wanted to hear that part. I think it was important to him to hear that I cared enough to be angry. "Will you ever forgive me?" he asked. "Will you ever forgive me?" I shot back, leveling my gaze directly into his eyes. He stared into them for a few moments then got up silently and headed for the door. He didn't turn around when he reached it. Just grabbed the doorknob and held it. "No," he said without facing me. "Maybe that makes me a bad parent, but I don't know if I can. No matter what the police found, you were involved in that shooting, Valerie. You wrote those names on that list. You wrote my name on that list. You had a good life here. You might not have pulled the trigger, but you helped cause the tragedy." He opened the door."I'm sorry. I really am." He stepped out into the hallway. "I'll leave my new address and phone number with your mother," he said before walking slowly out of my sight. ↗

— Jennifer Brown

#divorce #father #forgiveness #parents #school-shooting

She was ready to be a fugitive with him for the rest of her life - 'Whither thou goest, I will go; thy people shall be my people' - and when a Parisienne is ready to leave Paris behind forever, that's something. ("I'm Dangerous Tonight") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#parisienne #life

In bullfighting there is an interesting parallel to the pause as a place of refuge and renewal. It is believed that in the midst of a fight, a bull can find his own particular area of safety in the arena. There he can reclaim his strength and power. This place and inner state are called his querencia. As long as the bull remains enraged and reactive, the matador is in charge. Yet when he finds his querencia, he gathers his strength and loses his fear. From the matador's perspective, at this point the bull is truly dangerous, for he has tapped into his power. ↗

— Tara Brach

#power #refuge #renewal #safety #strength

Ever poised on that cusp between past and future, we tie memories to souvenirs like string to trees along life’s path, marking the trail in case we lose ourselves around a bend of tomorrow’s road. ↗

— Susan Lendroth

#memory #nostalgia #past #remembering #souvenir

It is possible to reclaim your future, to build a happy life despite an imperfect past. We can order the universe to our will and mind. ↗

— Katherine Marsh

#fate #past-and-future #life