Quotes About Balance

I read Jacob Boehme and am caught in his shining web. Here are Desire and Will that should be (he says) as two arms at one task; in my life they are less cooperative. Will keeps sliding away down the hill, to play when work is called for, and Desire piously wants to labor when the best season of merriment is around me. Troublemakers, both of them.

We shake with joy, we shake with grief. What a time they have, these two housed as they are in the same body.

How does any of us live in this world? One thing compensates for another, I suppose. Sometimes what's wrong does not hurt at all, but rather shines like a new moon.

Among the things I learned in those years were two of special interest to poets. First, that one can rise early in the morning and have time to write (or, even, to take a walk and then write) before the world's work schedule begins. Also, that one can live simply and honorably on just about enough money to keep a chicken alive. And do so cheerfully.

What we must do, I suppose, is to hope the world keeps its balance; what we are to do, however, with our hearts waiting and watching-truly I do not know.

And maybe there will be, after all, some slack and perfectly balanced blind and rough peace, finally, in the deep and green and utterly motionless pools after all that falling?

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The moth and the fisheggs are in their place, The suns I see and the suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.

We did not know she was sick, but she has come to the fence, walking like a woman who is balancing a sword inside of her body.

Outwardly he was calm, reasonable, patient. All his wildness was in his head - such a good place for it!

A normal life includes the occasional black mood

Existe la vida y existe la ópera, y yo quiero las dos cosas.

The suns I see and the suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.

If the world were only pain and logic, who would want it?

The human organism is built for tension and relaxation, work and sleep. The principle of life is rhythm.

there is a point at which efficiency crosses over into lunacy, and the savings in money or resources cease to be worthwhile in light of the price paid in other ways.

What I am getting at is that there is a point at which efficiency crosses over into lunacy, and the savings in money or resources cease to be worthwhile in light of the price paid in other ways.

What I am getting at is that there is a point at which efficiency crosses over into lunacy, and the savings in money or resources cease to be worthwhile

Presley was given laxatives and enemas on an almost daily basis. "I carried around three or four boxes of Fleets," Nichopoulos says, referring to the enema brand and recalling his days on tour with Presley. Getting the timing right was, he says, "a difficult balancing act." Presley sometimes did two shows a day, and Nichopoulos had to schedule the administration such that the treatments didn't kick in while the singer was on stage.

There are lies and lies. Now and then the Great Recorder must put one on the credit side of the balance, one that has saved intolerable suffering, or has made well and happy a sick soul.

Cultural wisdom says 'Don't quit your day job.' Yet I think these desires represent our psyche's stretch toward wholeness. And to be whole, as many religious tranditions teach, is to make manifest a unique face of God in the world. We don't want to be irresponsible, yet for every accountant who deserts his family and sails for Tahiti, ten American men have heart attacks at their desks, after hours.

Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be his world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.

A human being in perfection ought always to preserve a calm and peaceful mind and never to allow passion or a transitory desire to disturb his tranquility.

There is love in me the likes of which you've never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied in the one, I will indulge the other.