Quotes About Path

Everything in your life - every moment, every struggle - is the path. Everything is an opportunity for awakening.

As long as we believe that there is something that will permanently satisfy our hunger for security, suffering is inevitable. The truth is that things are always in transition. "Nothing to hold on to" is the root of happiness. If we allow ourselves to rest here, we find that it is a tender, nonaggressive, open-ended state of affairs. This is where the path of fearlessness lies.

The path of meditation isn't always a linear path. It's not like you begin to open, and you open more and more and you settle more and more, and then all of a sudden the confining box is gone forever. There are setbacks. Change happens, even in our practice. This is a fundamental truth. Everything is always changing because it's alive and dynamic.

The word bodhisattva refers to those who have committed themselves to the path of compassion.

The main point is that we all need to be reminded and encouraged to relax with whatever arises and bring whatever we encounter to the path.

This is the path we take in cultivating joy: learning not to armor our basic goodness, learning to appreciate what we have.

When the world is filled with evil, Transform all mishaps into the path of bodhi.

everything that occurs in our confused mind we can regard as the path.

Down the avenue of trees I can see a spot of sunlight. I'm trying so hard to get there.

There are those who say further that these are meer Dreames and no true Relations, but I say back to them: look upon my Churches in the Spittle-fields, in Limehouse, and now in the Parish of Wapping Stepney, and do you not wonder why they lead you into a darker World which on Reflection you know to be your own? Every Patch of Ground by them has its Hypochondriack Distemper and Disorder; every Stone of them bears the marks of Scorching by which you may follow the true Path of God.

End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.

As she ran off, Aly and Cass sank to the ground, exhaling with relief. I looked back the way we'd come. I could see through the gate and down a long, sloped path to the city plaza. Marco was nowhere in sight.

Upon the path, in the glint of mica and odd shining stones, lies the yellow and gray-blue feather of an unknown bird. And there comes a piercing intuition, by no means understood, that in this feather on the silver path, this rhythm of wood and leather sounds, breath, sun and wind, and rush of river, in a landscape without past or future time—in this instant, in all instants, transience and eternity, death and life are one.

One ship sails East, And another West, By the self-same winds that blow, Tis the set of the sails And not the gales, That tells the way we go.

On an ordinary journey, one designed for sheer entertainment, diversion, or self-reward for a year of hard work, there would be no obvious need to go out of your way to strike up a conversation with a perfect stranger. But a pilgrimage asks us to do exactly that. The path needs more light. To shine the light of your own natural curiosity into the world of another traveler can reveal wonders. To remember the mysteries you forgot at home.

Yet the Lord pleads with you still: Ask where the good road is, the godly paths you used to walk in, in the days of long ago. Travel there, and you will find rest for your souls. —Jeremiah 6:16

And yet, even if one person finds his way . . . that means there is a Way. Even if I personally fail to reach it.

And remember this: take the hard road, not the easy one. The road that leads to life is a hard one, and it passes through a narrow gate, but the road to destruction is easy, and the gate is broad. Plenty take the easy road; few take the hard one. Your job is to find the hard one, and go by that.

When you choose one way out of many, all the ways you don't take are snuffed out like candles, as if they'd never existed. At the moment all Will's choices existed at once. But to keep them all in existence meant doing nothing. He had to choose, after all.

When you choose one way out of many, all the ways you don't take are snuffed out like candles, as if they'd never existed.

But if we get education right... it would acknowledge that the path to true learning begins nowhere else but in delight, and the words on the signpost say: "Once upon a time … - Isis lecture, 2003

Mao's conviction, "Give me a path wide enough to move a mule and I will move an army.

Life tells you to take the elevator, but love tells you to take the stairs.

incandesce, v.: You are the light of the far-off town, the promise on the dark path.