#yourself

Allow the world to live as it chooses, and allow yourself to live as you choose. ↗

— Richard Bach

#choose #chooses #live #world #you

You know, it's not the world that was my oppressor, because what the world does to you, if the world does it to you long enough and effectively enough, you begin to do to yourself. ↗

— James A. Baldwin

#begin #does #effectively #enough #know

Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world. ↗

— Lucille Ball

#anything #done #else #everything #falls

But I learned that there's a certain character that can be built from embarrassing yourself endlessly. If you can sit happy with embarrassment, there's not much else that can really get to ya. ↗

— Christian Bale

#certain #character #else #embarrassing #embarrassment

It's got to do with putting yourself in other people's shoes and seeing how far you can come to truly understand them. I like the empathy that comes from acting. ↗

— Christian Bale

#come #comes #empathy #far #got

One of the things I learned the hard way was that it doesn' t pay to get discouraged. Keeping busy and making optimism a way of life can restore your faith in yourself. ↗

— Lucille Ball

#discouraged #faith #get #hard #hard way

In other words, for every 10 enemy you kill you bring on 20 new recruits to their anti-coalition cause then essentially you are working against yourself. ↗

— John Abizaid

#bring #cause #enemy #essentially #every

Ask others about themselves, at the same time, be on guard not to talk too much about yourself. ↗

— Mortimer Adler

#ask #guard #much #others #same

Sometimes it's just harder to remind yourself about what you're doing and why you're doing it... Other times, you have a great desire for it, but physically you're not responding the way you want. That presents other challenges. Then sometimes it all comes together. ↗

— Andre Agassi

#challenges #comes #desire #doing #great

I loved Enso Roshi’s teachings. I loved learning about life. I loved life. It was a good thing to feel. I loved life, and I loved learning, and I was still learning. I was not, yet, done. At the end of our journeys, there would be an end to the journey. Maybe. If I was lucky. If providence shone down upon me gently. I would find love. I would find acceptance. Complete love. Complete acceptance. I would know, that the self, is an illusion. I would come to enlightenment, but that would also mean, there would be no ‘I’ there. I would realize that the ‘I’ was an illusion, all along, just like some great dream. This is what the wise sages say, the great teachings, the mystical teachings, not only from the East, but also from the West. The Gospel of Saint Thomas. Thomas Merton. Thomas, like I was Thomas, and also doubting, the main reasons I’d chosen the name. If nothing else, it was lovable, just as it is. My life. Even the parts I didn’t love, could I love them? The struggles. It was all part of the journey, and would I not look back fondly on this, at some time? Look at how arduous and sincere I’d been. Look at how worried I’d been. Look at how insecure I’d been. Look at how I’d struggled. Trying to find my way. Would I not look back upon myself, affectionately and fondly and with love? ↗

— T. Scott McLeod

#buddhism #enlightenment #journey #love #loving-one-s-self