Wednesday, October 28, 2009
As Leo Buscaglia returned from his father's funeral he found at his doorstep a bouquet of flowers, a bar of chocolate and an anonymous note. "This is just to remind you, even after your father's death, there are still beautiful things to see and sweet things to eat. Life is still on. Live on. With love"
Monday, October 26, 2009
He who postpones the hour of living is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses. -Horace, poet and satirist (65-8 BCE)
The first symptom of love in a young man is shyness; the first symptom in a woman, it's boldness. -Victor Hugo, poet, novelist and dramatist (1802-1885)
In one and the same fire, clay grows hard and wax melts. -Francis Bacon, essayist, philosopher, and statesman (1561-1626)
Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth. -Fyodor Dostoevsky, novelist (1821-1881)
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts. -Khalil Gibran, mystic, poet, and artist (1883-1931)
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Labels: pencil sketches
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Why is it that we cannot stick to counting our blessings, why does it become difficult to avoid comparing ourselves with others? We think of all the miseries the others undergo to make us feel better-a sort of superior feeling. Belittling others to inflate our egos. Are we reduced to such a state that we have to necessarily compare ourselves with those worse off than us-why can’t we raise our sights? Are we scared it will make us unhappy, insecure, dissatisfied, restless, restive? Is it our early conditioning or our religious beliefs which guide our thoughts? Makes me wonder, really.