You ruined me.

How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one’s capacity to endure it.
Janet Fitch, Paint It Black (via larmoyante)
There is no God. There is no deity, no source, no entity. The universe’s consciousness comes from everything, everywhere. If we want to speak to it for advice and help, we need look no further than our own internal voice. We must learn to trust that voice and ignore all external influence. Listen carefully: all the answers we seek are within us.
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You are not separate from the whole. You are one with the sun, the earth, the air. You don’t have a life. You are life.
Eckhart Tolle  (via elige)

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There is a story of a woman running away from tigers. She runs and runs and the tigers are getting closer and closer. When she comes to the edge of a cliff, she sees some vines there, so she climbs down and holds on to the vines. Looking down, she sees that there are tigers below her as well. She then notices that a mouse is gnawing away at the vine to which she is clinging. She also sees a beautiful little bunch of strawberries close to her, growing out of a clump of grass. She looks up and she looks down. She looks at the mouse. Then she just takes a strawberry, puts it in her mouth, and enjoys it thoroughly. Tigers above, tigers below. This is actually the predicament that we are always in, in terms of our birth and death. Each moment is just what it is. It might be the only moment of our life; it might be the only strawberry we’ll ever eat. We could get depressed about it, or we could finally appreciate it and delight in the preciousness of every single moment of our life.
 Pema Chödrön (via purplebuddhaproject)
It’s done by hurling yourself into the abyss, and discovering that it’s a feather bed.
There’s no other way to do it.

Terence McKenna (via neddadden)

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