#spirit

No, I don't die. When I set in your sky, I rise in another. Just because you can't see me, it doesn't mean I'm not there. ↗

— Rachel Rivett

#death

Spending moments with another in earnest presence is one of the simple ways we can show unconditional love. It is the memories created from these impressions that survive after all else passes. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#hospice #love #memories #simple-love #spirituality

Freedom - that word that the human spirit feeds: that no one can explain, and anyone who does not understand. ↗

— Cecília Meireles

#human-nature #spirit #freedom

In that nanosecond of enlightenment I knew that the human spirit survives the death of the physical body and I understood that my wandering soul needed to get back into its earthly habitat. ↗

— Janet Bettag

#brain-aneurysm #enlightenment #human-spirit #inspirational #near-death-experience

God sometimes you just don't come through, Do you need a woman to look after you? ↗

— Tori Amos

#humor

He wondered why it was easier to believe in a malevolent spirit than in a benign one. Sometimes it seemed that the human heart, this side of Eden, feared eternal life more than death, light more than darkness, freedom more than surrender. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#fear #human-nature #life #spirit #death

Now take all these qualities together: order, balance, evolution and intelligence. What you have is a description of love. It's not the popular ideal, it is the wizard's love - the force that upholds life and nurtures it. ↗

— Deepak Chopra

#love #nature #spirituality #intelligence

Thinking of love in terms of romance is like thinking of God in terms of a priest. ↗

— Silvia Hartmann

#love #religion #romance #spirituality #love

Love what you have. Need what you want. Accept what you receive. Give what you can. Always remember, what goes around, comes around" www.facebook.com/isaacpulatheartist ↗

— Isaac Pula

#love

I was aware of something stable in his nature. Ha game me a feeling of security, as if nothing I said or did would change his opinion of me. I never found his pleasantries irksome, partly, no doubt, because he was a Viscount, but, partly, too, because I respected his self-discipline. He had very little to laugh about, I thought, and yet he laughed. His gaiety had a background of the hospital and the battlefield. I felt he had some inner reserve of strength which no reverse, however serious, would break down. ↗

— L.P. Hartley

#strength #change