Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised, and we can never know which one is which until we’ve loved them, left them, or fought them..
I went to Mumbai last weekend and the cabbie who drove me to Cafe Leopold was named Shantaram. I remembered this quote.
Any true scientist at some point would become a believer and any truly spiritual person at some point must become an atheist. A religious person, however, at any point remains an egoist whose only belief is that I know.
All great thoughts are conceived while walking ~ Nietzsche
“Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do, and succeed at.
It matters that you don’t just give up.”
~ Stephen Hawking
(8th Jan 1942 – 14th March 2018)
“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best,” and then he had to stop and think. Because although eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.”
“I really like you, Midori. A lot.” “How much is a lot?” “Like a spring bear,” I said. “A spring bear?” Midori looked up again. “What’s that all about? A spring bear.” “You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, “Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?” ““Yeah. Really nice.” “That’s how much I like you.
~Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
“For years I’ve wanted to live according to everyone else’s morals. I’ve forced myself to live like everyone else, to look like everyone else. I said what was necessary to join together, even when I felt separate. And after all of this, catastrophe came. Now I wander amid the debris, I am lawless, torn to pieces, alone and accepting to be so, resigned to my singularity and to my infirmities. And I must rebuild a truth – after having lived all my life in a sort of lie.”
― Albert Camus, Notebooks