Quotes About Wholeness

I'm here again, a thousand miles away from you. A broken mess, just scattered pieces of who I am. I tried so hard. I thought I could do this on my own, but I've lost so much along the way. When I see your face, I know I'm finally yours. I find everything I thought I lost before. You call my name, I come to you in pieces so you can make me whole. I've come undone, but you make sense of who I am. I'm like puzzle pieces in your hand.

The other side of... pain is joy... control is freedom... sadness is happiness... chaos is calmness... individuality is community... hate is Love... Seek out balance whenever you can...

Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly, your wholeness when you are broken, your innocence when you feel guilty, and your purpose when you are confused...

If you need someone to be around to complete you, it's something missing from inside. Find that first and then get love.

practice cultivating a sense of completeness

Try seeing your world and yourself this way, eyes open to whatever is before you, mind free of dichotomies. Are you good or bad, fragile or tough, wise or foolish? Yes. And so am I.

We divide the roles of mystic, doctor, therapist, artist, herbalist, naturalist, and storyteller into separate, often inimical professions. In most other societies, there was one word, one job assignment, for somebody who was all these things at once.

It makes it sound like the halves are discrete...As opposed to the reality, which was that I was one whole confused entity, with no idea what I wanted to do.

We can learn to be whole by saying what we mean and doing what we say.

everything he needed

The half is greater than the whole Hesiod, ca. 700 BC

We are the leaves of one branch, the drops of one sea, the flowers of one garden.

You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains.

My life is an indivisible whole, and all my attitudes run into one another; and they all have their rise in my insatiable love for mankind.

An intimate relationship does not banish loneliness. Only when we are comfortable with who we are can we truly function independently in a healthy way, can we truly function within a realtionship. Two halves do not make a whole when it comes to a healthy relationship: it take two wholes.

Love alone can unite living beings so as to complete and fulfill them... for it alone joins them by what is deepest in themselves. All we need is to imagine our ability to love developing until it embraces the totality of men and the earth.

Love all that has been created by God, both the whole and every grain of sand. Love every leaf and every ray of light. Love the beasts and the birds, love the plants, love every separate fragment. If you love each fragment, you will understand the mystery of the whole resting in God.

We fit together so well...it's like pieces of a puzzle, the way your hand fits the curve of my hip and the way my head rests on your shoulder, the way our hands just melt into one, and the way I feel complete when I'm with you...like the picture's finally completed and I'll never have to wonder what I'm missing.

Love is the outreach of self toward completion.

My life is an indivisible whole, and all my activities run into one another and they have their rise in my insatiable love of mankind

Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so busy dancing. Delivering. You don't have time to notice. Or are afraid to notice. And then one day you have to look. And it's true. All of your pieces fill up other people's holes. But they don't fill your own.

Pieces" Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more? Am I just as full as anyone else? Enough? Pieces. Allys saying "I like you" Gabriel snorting out bread freeing me to laugh. And Ethan reminding me how much I do know. Pieces. I hold them likethey are life itself. They nearly are.

Do not sacrifice one kind of strength for another.

Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more? Am I just as full as anyone else? Enough? Pieces. I hold them like they are life itself. They nearly are.