He who in this life realizes to love is to surrender, will not witness his heart tamed by feebleness.
The beautiful among us do not have it wasted upon their faces, to be fed upon by lustful eyes, to be faded by the ravaged of time and age. They impart theirs differently,weaving it within their words and actions to enrich minds and hearts,to which time the great destroyer of feebleness, is compelled to aid its greatness through memory.
People often hear the phrase home is where the heart is, yet people often forget the heart is not so much unlike a home. A home can have many guests who occupy it for a time, like all guests they must eventually take their leave. Yet the one who stays the owner, didn’t do so by theft, for one cannot lift and steal a home nor they can steal a heart as people are apt to say; no they are simply came back to what always to belonged to them, they simply came home. In occupying a heart as a home, they bring warmth and light where once darkness and coldness existed in emptiness.
Inspiring people do not insert new ideas or feelings in others. The secret to their gift lies in their words and actions, their supernatural ability to cast light into the dark recesses mankind’s minds and hearts allowing to people to bare witness the truths that were already within them but not readily seen.
Truth of it is that we don’t lose our loved ones when they do take their leave from us. Love if it is real, is never about possession and one cannot lose what is not owned, rather it is we have lost a part of ourselves to them.
Houses I find are commonly haunted by the memory of the dead, men however are more often than not haunted by the memory of the living.
In the deafening noise of this earth, humanity has a drowned out the voices, deafend itself to those it should have listened to the most, the small voices that form our consciences, our minds and our hearts.
people take so much care to keep their temples clean, not let them stained by dirt or dust, yet they don’t apply same care to keep their hearts and mind clean, not letting it be stained with hatred or pride, is it not true God resides in those places as well?
If you want to know the true poverty of a man, look not at the emptiness of his wallet or his home, but rather at the emptiness that exists in his heart or that of his mind.
A lover is far crueler than any enemy. For when an enemy grievously wounds, more often than not, one dies. With a lover however, the wounds they leave do not kill, but hurt as if they should have anyways.