Quotes About Unity

At least we're companions in misfortune

And suddenly all the puppies were her puppies; she was their mother—just as Pongo had felt he was their father.

miserable people cannot afford to dislike each other. Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.

And then, as I watched the sheep peacefully nibbling the grass, it came to me that Hyde Park has never belonged to any London – that it has always been, in spirit, a stretch of the countryside; and that it thus links the Londons of all periods together most magically – by remaining for ever unchanged at the heart of the ever-changing town.

That evening of the row was our lowest depths; miserable people cannot afford to dislike each other. Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.

Enlightenment is intimacy with all things.

At the moment of giving birth to a child, is the mother separate from the child? You should study not only that you become a mother when your child is born, but also that you become a child.

Handle a single leaf in such a way that it manifests the body of Buddha. This in turn allows Buddha to manifest through the leaf.

As we have no concept of time, each of you has already been each other and are being each other in your future. We know this is not very clear to you at this time. However, each of you will be given information in your near future, in which each of you will be challenged to examine this concept. That is: the past and present simultaneous with the future.

And what is the connection between Us and Them, how many bundled links do we find in the neural labyrinth? It's not enough to hate your enemy. You have to understand how the two of you bring each other to deep completion.

World is supposed to mean something that's self-contained. but nothing is self-contained.

We can't get outside the aura. We're part of the aura. We're here, we're now.

When it rains out, it also rains in.

They know him at molecular level. He lives in them like chains of matter that determine who they are.

A surface separates inside from out and belongs no less to one than the other.

What do we have to live for, but each other. What do we have to die for, but our love?

I think we ought to have our intercourse now.

How do we stand with others when the things that separate us are imposed at birth, when the separation haunts us and follows us day and night?

Being here is a kind of spiritual surrender. We see only what the others see. The thousands who were here in the past, those who will come in the future. We've agreed to be part of a collective perception. This literally colors our vision. A religious experience in a way, like all tourism.

Only absences were fully shared.

They seemed to shine together at the center of things. They made things theirs. A certain bench in the park, near the chess players, ordinary things, not unusual in any way.

The second plane coming out of that ice blue sky, this was the footage that entered the body, that seemed to run beneath her skin, the fleeting sprint that carried lives and histories, theirs and hers, everyone's, into some other distance, out beyond the towers.

Army ants have discipline, Bill said. Don't ask me what writers have.

Peace of mind, purpose, true fellowship.