My soul speaks many more languages than my fingers. Let them make mistakes if they want to. They don't have any self-conscience.
Contributed by: mara
Be there next time when the happiness will visite you.
I will enjoy life tomorrow too, and with my soul lyre I'll sing for the entire Universe.
Give me a point of wiew, but be prudent: it might be a future Universe.
Anytime is place for a mistake, anywhere. Don't be too harsh with that need of mistakes to be part of our life. It's in vain.
When you hurt a loved one's feelings, place yourself for an instant in the space curve they fill in now, but that may well be empty tomorrow, and take a good look at yourself!
Inside the mind of the people that invented Heaven, I tell myself, there must have been a lot of hope... In theirs that perpetually invent hells, a lot of fear, despair, ferocity, hate, but also... the will of liberation and self-determination.
The Truth of what we are, why we are, where it began the occurrence that we will be and where it will end lies inside the particles and on everybody's lips and nowhere.
Sad soul that which meets only tears in love; sad the flowerless tree with no sky with peace rains; sad the bird that shall never find its offspring.
Plunging in “truths” about God is like walking on the bottom of a sea that is not there, searching for the gateway to a sky very much there.
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