Life

Poetry is –raw feelings as sunny summer,fiery turmoil as vibrant autumn,daunting revelation as stormy winter,intrepid hope as blooming spring.

I wonder-?' whispered April Bell, her long eyes narrowed and dark. 'I wonder what they really found?'Whatever it is,' breathed Barbee, 'the find doesn't seem to have made them very happy. A fundamentalist might think they had stumbled into hell.'No,' the girl said, 'men aren't that much afraid of hell.

It is pretty simple - mind is a part of life - consciousness is a part of mind - God is a part of consciousness.

The best way to achieve a wonderful life is to have wonderful desires.

The joy of writing is the fullness of existence.

Life's Journeys Inward seeking moves towards being-time Outward seeking journies among life's ornaments.

Luce blushed. 'Then what kind of angel are you?'I'm sort of in between gigs right now,' Daniel said.

All my shoes somehow magically disappeared. But I'm not concerned. They'll show up sometime - even when you least expect it.

I wouldn’t change a thingBecause all those things led me tothis placeAnd to you.

Don't waste all today worrying about the possible mistakes you may have made yesterday. You don't know what will happen tomorrow or how long we have here, so enjoy what you have today since you have it. May you be thankful for today and live it to the fullest as it truly is a gift.

It isn’t time that folds, it’s space.

An inspired life is spontaneous. There is no fear.

Darker and darker, he said; farther and farther yet. Death takes the good, the beautiful, and the young - and spares me. The Pestilence that wastes, the Arrow that strikes, the Sea that drowns, the Grave the closes over Love and Hope, are steps of my journey, and take me nearer and nearer to the End.

To communicate is truly a gift. It is a wondrous ability of your amazing human body, the ability that allows us to connect with other humans to give meaning to our lives. I will argue that it is what makes us human.

God gave us the gift of life it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well.

I have accumulated a wealth of knowledge in innumerable spheres and enjoyed it as an always ready instrument for exercising the mind and penetrating further and further. Best of all, mine has been a life of loving and being loved. What a tragedy that all this will disappear with the used-up body!

Sometimes it's torturous to think of things we can't possibly have.

Art imitates life, but science fiction informs us about what form it will take.

Do not despise your own place and hour. Every place is under the stars, every place is the center of the world.

A banal mysticism, which is so banal that all the mysticism seems to have evaporated long ago, binds 'us' to the homeland - that special place which is more than a place, more than a geophysical area.