Absurdities and Anomalies of Life always amaze and amuse me. Shared here are my favorite 21 mind-boggling dichotomies: (i) Only Certainty in this world is that there is nothing Certain, except death and taxes off course, (ii) Only Constant is the Change, (iii) The more you try to impress folks, the less impressed they will be, (iv) The more afraid you become of death, the less likely you wll enjoy life, (v) The more afraid you are to fail, the more likely you will fail, (vi) The more you fail, the more likely you will succeed, (vii) The harder you push for anything, the harder it will be to achieve, (viii) The more available anything is, the less likely you will want it, (ix) The more you learn, the more you realize your ignorance, (x) The more you argue with spouse or boss, the less likely you will win, (xi) The more you try to come close, the farther you will get pushed, (xii) The more choices you will have, the less satisfied you will be with any of those, (xiii) The more connected you get in social network, more isolated you will become, (xiv) The more you talk about your flaws, the more perfect you become in society's eyes, (xv) Peace is the only battle worth fighting for, (xvi) In order to better understand the world, you will have to turn away from it, (xvii) The more the people talk about something, the less they know about it, (xviii) The less someone cares about others, the less he cares about himself, (xix) the more you hate a trait in others, the more likely you are avoiding it in your own self, (xx) Those who can't trust others can't be trusted, and finally (xxi) No matter what it is, at the end of the day, the less is always the more.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.
Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace. The soul that knows it not, knows no release from little things Knows not the livid loneliness of fear.
God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.
I come to you in peace. I did not bring artillery, but I am pleading with you, with tears in my eyes; if you f*** with me, I will kill you all.
I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in the stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen's Councilor or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to 'order' than to justice who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice who constantly says 'I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action' who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for someone else's freedom who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a 'more convenient season.'
I think some people, who have this incredible talent have it at a great expense - they are amazing artists because of their emotional turmoil, but while they are revered for what they share with the world, it never fills the void inside. As a result, they turn to other vices to try to mask the pain, but it is never enough... It is so sad that they are so lost and burn out before they are able to find peace. I am not sure that there is anything sadder than someone, who died inside before they were ever able to truly live. Re: Amy Winehouse, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, & Kurt Cobain
If Cupid misses the heart, he touches the body fatally. (Si Cupidon rate le cœur, Il touche mortellement le corps)
If Cupidon your heart miss, deadly your body is. (Si cupidon rate le coeur, Il touche mortellement le corps)
If I was the head of a country that lost a war, and I had to sign a peace treaty, just as I was signing I'd glance over the treaty and then suddenly act surprised. 'Wait a minute I thought WE won'
If ye love wealth greater than liberty, the tranquility of servitude greater than the animating contest for freedom, go home from us in peace. We seek not your counsel nor your arms. Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you and may posterity forget that ye were once our countrymen.
In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love they had five hundred years of democracy and peace and what did that produce The cuckoo clock.
It citizenship would give to persons of the negro race, who were recognized as citizens in any one State of the Union, the right to enter every other state whenever they pleased, singly or in companies, without pass or passport, andwithout obstruction, to sojourn there as long as they pleased, to go where they pleased at every hour of the day or night without molestation, unless they committed some violation of the law for which a white man would be punished it citizenship would give them the full liberty of speech in public and in private upon all subjects upon which its own citizens might speak to hold public meetings upon political affairs, and to keep and carry arms wherever they went. And all this would be done in the face of the subject race of the same color, both free and slaves, inevitably producing discontent and insubordination among them, and endangering the peace and safety of the State.
Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans, born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, proud of our ancient heritage, and unwilling to witness or permit the slow undoing of those human rights to which this nation has always been committed, and to which we are committed today, at home and around the world
Like a Columbus of the heart, mind and soul I have hurled myself off the shores of my own fears and limiting beliefs to venture far out into the uncharted territories of my inner truth, in search of what it means to be genuine and at peace with who I really am. I have abandoned the masquerade of living up to the expectations of others and explored the new horizons of what it means to be truly and completely me, in all my amazing imperfection and most splendid insecurity.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace where there is hatred, let me sow love where there is injury, pardon where there is doubt, faith where there is despair, hope where there is darkness, light and where there is sadness, joy.
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace!
Where there is hatred let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
Lover scuttles his body, because he sinks in happiness. (L'amoureux saborde son corps, - Car il coule dans le bonheur.)
One kiss, two lips. One love, two bodies. (Un baiser, ce sont deux lèvres. - Un amour, ce sont deux corps.)