#thought

The ill effects of thought come about when we forget that thought is a function of our consciousness... an ability that we as human beings have. We are the producers of our own thinking. ↗

— Richard Carlson

#about #beings #come #consciousness #effects

A life lived in love will never be dull. ↗

— Leo Buscaglia

#life

A man's thoughts dye his soul, attributed to Marcus Aurelius ↗

— Elisabeth Elliot

#life

How many of us will be saved the pain of seeing the most important things in our lives disappearing from one moment to the next? I don't just mean people, but our ideas and dreams too: we might survive a day, a week, a few years, but we're all condemned to lose. Our body remains alive, yet sooner or later our soul will receive the mortal blow. The perfect crime - for we don't know who murdered our joy, what their motives were, or where the guilty parties are to be found...they too are the victims of the reality they created. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#dreams

Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them. ↗

— Holly Black

#love

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that. ↗

— Gayle Forman

#relationships #thoughts #love

When you are drowned by your sorry state, and you feel as if you are carried away from the road that leads to your desires, you should know that you are the one responsible for being led away from the right path. ↗

— Stephen Richards

#mind-body-spirit #mind-power #money #motivational #new-age

The cosmic believer needs the energy of the universe to survive spiritually. ↗

— Stephen Richards

#cosmic-ordering #law-of-attraction #mind-body-spirit #mind-power #money

And again there are no words. Words exist that can, used by a poet, achieve a dim monochrome of the body's love, but beyond that they fail clumsily. My love flowed out to her, hers back to me. Mine stroked and soothed. Hers caressed. The distance - and the difference - between us dwindled and vanished. We could meet, mingle, and blend. Neither one of us existed any more; for a time there was a single being that was both. There was escape from the solitary cell; a brief symbiosis, sharing all the word ... ↗

— John Wyndham

#thought-shapes #love

You hated what we had done, and it had meant so much to me. I hated you after that. ↗

— S.C. Stephens

#love #thoughtless #love