Martha: Oh, I like your anger. I think that’s what I like about you most. Your anger.
it (romantic love) really isn’t about two people who have fallen madly for each other; it’s about two people seeing spirit in each other.
We were there, together, and in the next room I could hear that monitor beeping. Keeping track of another heart’s beat and giving enduring, solid proof of our own.
If I say that you are mine, then I am yours.
When people love each other, they are content with very little. When we have light and joy in our hearts, we don’t need material wealth. The most loving communities are often the poorest. If our own life is luxurious and wasteful, we can’t approach poor people. If we love people, we want to identify with them and share with them.
At the end, nothing will matter except the love that you gave away.
In a daily life, reach out to others with sacred act of saying ‘hello, a smile, word of encouragement….
Deeds of heroism are wrought here more than those of romance, when, defying torture, and braving death itself, the fugitive voluntarily threads his way back to the terrors and perils of that dark land, that he may bring out his sister, or mother, or wife.
Our primary health care should begin on the farm and in our hearts, and not in some laboratory of the biotech and pharmaceutical companies.
It’s being without him that I’ll never get used to.