"As you expand your meditation practice, in concert with your faith, you will find that these divine moments come more often, until you are finally awakened to your own deepest self, one with Christ."

-- James Finley

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“Nothing I read about grief seemed to exactly express the craziness of it; which was the interesting aspect of it to me - how really tenuous our sanity is.”
“You May Fall In Love with Beauty of someone but Always Remember 1 Thing that finally you have to live with the Character of that person not with beauty”
“Why was there not massive civil disobedience against this anti-Christian discrimination, as there was against segregation?”
“An eternal question about children is, how should we educate them? Politicians and educators consider more school days in a year, more science and math, the use of computers and other technology in the classroom, more exams and tests, more certification for teachers, and less money for art. All of these responses come from the place where we want to make the child into the best adult possible, not in the ancient Greek sense of virtuous and wise, but in the sense of one who is an efficient part of the machinery of society. But on all these counts, soul is neglected.”
“The media character-assassinated me and perceived me as this monster. When you look at my record ... I jumped a taxi as a 21-year-old, which I'm sorry for, and I urinated twice in public. That's in 11 years of football. I've never assaulted women and never been done for drink driving. My conscience is clear.”
“I could write a treatise on the sudden transformation of life into archaeology”

Source : Zbigniew Herbert, John Carpenter, Bogdana Carpenter (1985). “Raport z oblezonego miasta i inne wiersze”, Ecco Pr
“Did you love well what very soon you left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache. Never so full, I never was bereft so utterly. The winter evenings drift dark to the window. Not one work will make you, where you are, turn in your day, or wake from your night toward me. The only gift I got to keep or give is what I've cried, floodgates let down to mourning for the dead chances, for the end of being young, for everyone I loved who really died. I drank our one year out in brine instead of honey from the seasons of your tongue.”
“The more you move, the stronger you'll grow, not like a tree that can be killed if you uproot it.”

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