#psych

The richness of life is hidden until relationships are only based on love instead of ego ↗

— Gianni Fresco

#life

For those of us interested in, and seeking spiritual wisdom, this book (Waiting to Live by Dr. Asa Don Brown) is one that is a 'must read'! It is so well written and one that will serve well for individuals across all walks of life, as well as, a resource for professionals. The materials herein is a work that obviously reflects the author's personal spiritual journey and wellness as well as professional excellence, driven also by a sincere caring for fellow humans, an uncommon combination in the area of 'self-help' books. ↗

— Eunice Johannson

#canadian #dr-asa-don-brown #psychologist #waiting-to-live #life

Opinions vary. ↗

— Patrick Swayze

#paranormal #philosophy #psychology #science-fiction #spiritual

Love born in the brain is more spirited, doubtless, than true love, but it has only flashes of enthusiasm; it knows itself too well, it criticizes itself incessantly; so far from banishing thought, it is itself reared only upon a structure of thought. ↗

— Stendhal

#passion #psychology #thought #love

Perhaps it’s that you can’t go back in time, but you can return to the scenes of a love, of a crime, of happiness, and of a fatal decision; the places are what remain, are what you can possess, are what is immortal. They become the tangible landscape of memory, the places that made you, and in some way you too become them. They are what you can possess and in the end what possesses you. ↗

— Rebecca Solnit

#love

Love is alright for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss!! ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#psychic-overload #love

Presence is to meet another person in meditation. Presence is to invite another person in meditation. It is a meeting in love, joy, acceptance, sincerity, truth, silence and oneness. ↗

— Swami Dhyan Giten

#meditation #presence #psychology #spirituality #working-with-people

I feel I could kill. I feel that I might like it. And I know that this should scare me. But it doesn't. It excites me. I am in Plato's cave, watching the shadows and fraught with the desire to hunt what casts them. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#evil-men #killing #murder #psychopaths #men

The Elsinore's bow tilted skyward while her stern fell into a foaming valley. Not a man had gained his feet. Bridge and men swept back toward me and fetched up against the mizzen-shrouds. And then that prodigious, incredible old man appeared out of the water, on his two legs, upright, dragging with him, a man in each hand, the helpless forms of Nancy and the Faun. My heart leapt at beholding this mighty figure of a man-killer and slave-driver, it is true, but who sprang first into the teeth of danger so that his slaves might follow, and who emerged with a half-drowned slave in either hand. I knew augustness and pride as I gazed--pride that my eyes were blue, like his; that my skin was blond, like his; that my place was aft with him, and with the Samurai, in the high place of government and command. I nearly wept with the chill of pride that was akin to awe and that tingled and bristled along my spinal column and in my brain. As for the rest--the weaklings and the rejected, and the dark-pigmented things, the half-castes, the mongrel-bloods, and the dregs of long-conquered races--how could they count? My heels were iron as I gazed on them in their peril and weakness. Lord! Lord! For ten thousand generations and centuries we had stamped upon their faces and enslaved them to the toil of our will. ↗

— Jack London

#psychology #racism #white-supremacy #men

man equate their self-esteem with accomplishment ↗

— Barbara de Angelis

#men