There are definitely going to be more parts to this post as the book is like an ocean of experiences and an amassment of beautiful thoughts,hence it is unfeasible to have it all in one post...after all it took the man 13yrs to write it...
We carry oceans inside of us, in our blood and our sweat. And we are crying the oceans, in our tears.
Every human heartbeat, he’d said many times, is a universe of possibilities. And it seemed to me that I finally understood exactly what he’d meant. He’d been trying to tell me that every human will has the power to transform its fate.
I always thought that fate was something unchangeable: fixed for every one of us at birth,
and as constant as the circuit of stars.
But I suddenly realized that life is stranger and more beautiful than that.
The truth is that no matter what kind of game you find yourself in, no matter now good or bad the luck, you can change your life completely with a single thought or a single act of love.
There's no believing in God...We either know God, or we don't.
The truth is that there are no good men, or bad men, It is the deeds that have goodness or badness in them. There are good deeds and there are bad deeds. Men are just men--it is what they do, or refuse to do, that links them to good or evil. The truth is that an instant of real love, in the heart of anyone--the noblest of man alive or the most wicked--has the whole purpose and process and meaning of life within the lotus-folds of its passion. The truth is that we are all, every one of us, every atom, every galaxy, and every particle of matter in the universe, moving toward God.
It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to be in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured.
Astounding and puzzling images from the city tumbled and turned in my mind like leaves on a wave of wind, and my blood so thrilled with hope and possibility that I couldn't suppress a smile, lying there in the dark...In that moment, in those shadows, I was almost safe.
The past reflects eternally between two mirrors –
the bright mirror of words and deeds,
and the dark one, full of things we didn't do or say.
It’s beyond what we see or even what we feel. It's an order of truth that separates the profound from the merely clever, and the reality from perception.
We're helpless in the face of it and the cost of knowing love is sometimes greater than any heart would willingly pay.
and as constant as the circuit of stars.
But I suddenly realized that life is stranger and more beautiful than that.
The truth is that no matter what kind of game you find yourself in, no matter now good or bad the luck, you can change your life completely with a single thought or a single act of love.
There's no believing in God...We either know God, or we don't.
The truth is that there are no good men, or bad men, It is the deeds that have goodness or badness in them. There are good deeds and there are bad deeds. Men are just men--it is what they do, or refuse to do, that links them to good or evil. The truth is that an instant of real love, in the heart of anyone--the noblest of man alive or the most wicked--has the whole purpose and process and meaning of life within the lotus-folds of its passion. The truth is that we are all, every one of us, every atom, every galaxy, and every particle of matter in the universe, moving toward God.
It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to be in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured.
Astounding and puzzling images from the city tumbled and turned in my mind like leaves on a wave of wind, and my blood so thrilled with hope and possibility that I couldn't suppress a smile, lying there in the dark...In that moment, in those shadows, I was almost safe.
The past reflects eternally between two mirrors –
the bright mirror of words and deeds,
and the dark one, full of things we didn't do or say.
It’s beyond what we see or even what we feel. It's an order of truth that separates the profound from the merely clever, and the reality from perception.
We're helpless in the face of it and the cost of knowing love is sometimes greater than any heart would willingly pay.
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