...life - whatever else it is - is short... maybe even if we're not always so glad to be here, it's our task to immerse ourselves anyway: wade straight through it, right through the cesspool, while keeping eyes and hearts open.
It's who you is when folks knocks at the door of your heart what counts. Hide the past and it gives them what's jealous of you the power to bring you undone.
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Bryce Courtenay
In the dark , everything is scary
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Sandra Chami Kassis
From our first breath to our last, we’re presented again and again with the opportunity to experience deep, lasting, and trans-formative connection with other beings: to love them and be loved by them; to show them our true natures and to recognize theirs.
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Sharon Salzberg
The gift of today is the gift of time.
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Lailah Gifty Akita
I think everything good and right in this world should be put on vinyl.
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Anonymous
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