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Posts tagged love.
So as long as the mind is comparing, there is no love, and the mind is always judging, comparing, weighing, looking to find where the weakness is. So where there is comparison, there is no love. When the mother and father love their children, they do not compare them, they do not compare their child with another child; it is their child and they love their child. But you want to compare yourself with something better, with something nobler, with something richer, so you create in yourself a lack of love. You are always concerned with yourself in relationship to somebody else. As the mind becomes more and more comparative, more and more possessive, more and more depending, it creates a pattern in which it gets caught, so it cannot look at anything anew, afresh.
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And so it destroys that very thing, that very perfume of life, which is love.
J. Krishnamurti, excerpt from a conversation with students at Rajghat School,
December 19, 1952
(via thesecretofexistence, paynehollow)To hold our tongues when everyone is gossiping, to smile without hostility at people and institutions, to compensate for the shortage of love in the world with more love in small, private matters; to be more faithful in our work, to show greater patience, to forgo the cheap revenge obtainable from mockery and criticism: all these are things we can do.
Herman Hesse (via nirvikalpa)Happiness
Feeling rather melancholy lately. Over trivial bullshit, too. It’s been rather taxing on my mind, heart and soul.
But then I’m reminded that life isn’t so bad when you’re showered with an overabundance of authentic love from people that are solicitous about your welfare—your happiness. The people that experience you in a raw state; the true you. In essence, they do know the authentic self. These people experience you on a daily basis; colleagues, coworkers, family. Whether it be on a subconscious level or directly the opposite, they are the ones that can intuitively apprehend you with certainty. Something as subtle as an excited embrace from an acquaintance, whose squinted eyes and massive grin unveil the iridescence of the heart. Moments that are forgotten and rendered as futile or detrimental to one’s day, are the ones that ought to be harbored and appreciated. Receiving that feverish hug made me come to a critical realization: She had more conviction in that single physical act, than I have… in my entire being.
With that in mind, I’m going to correct a few thought processes. Don’t overlook the people that truly love you.
Just sent the most heartfelt text message to someone and I feel like my heart is about to be obliterated…
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Khalil Gibran (via lucifelle)If someone told me to write a book on morality, it would have a hundred pages and ninety-nine of them would be blank. On the last page I would write, “I recognize only one duty and that is to love.” And as far as everything else is concerned, I say no.
Albert Camus (via fuckyeahexistentialism)(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
Sometimes the most endearing sentiments are those that will eternally remain in the depths of our treacherous hearts, never to be spoken. The most vivid feelings will never reach exposure to the other being and are simply rendered unknown. Abysmal. Incalculable.
