Quotes About Energy

It takes a deep personal commitment to devote the time and energy to ensure that you have the very best person in each of the jobs you oversee. You may want help from HR or recruiting firms, but this is your personal responsibility. The better you are at it, the more you expand your own capacity and capability.

Souls love. That's what souls do. Egos don't, but souls do. Become a soul, look around, and you'll be amazed-all the beings around you are souls. Be one, see one. When many people have this heart connection, then we will know that we are all one, we human beings all over the planet. We will be one. One love. And don't leave out the animals, and trees, and clouds, and galaxies-it's all one. It's one energy.

This love is actually part of you; it is always flowing through you. It's like the subatomic texture of the universe, the dark matter that connects everything. When you tune in to that flow, you will feel it in your own heart—not your physical heart or your emotional heart, but your spiritual heart, the place you point to in your chest when you say, "I am.

LOVE IS THE STRONGEST MEDICINE. IT IS MORE POWERFUL THAN ELECTRICITY.

And then there was a still less frequent experience where one looked at somebody and he started to see the other person as cellular structure or patterns of energy rather than as a person. And finally, a few subjects (maybe 3% or something like that) transcended all form and saw just pure energy—a homogeneous field. It has been called the White Light.

Create art. Not just an art, but thermo fucking nuclear art.

El sacrificio era un intercambio de energía. Entregaban su fuerza vital a cambio de una comunicación íntima. Tanto los consumían las llamas de su fe que, de ser necesario, habrían entregado cuerpo y alma, y a menudo así lo hacían

EmoÈ›iile sunt exprimate brusc prin noi impulsuri ale dorinÈ›ei. O energie inepuizabil? ne atrage spre experienÈ›e nelimitate, în timp ce uit?m c? È™i experimentarea are consecinÈ›ele ei. Credem c? putem separa ideile de consecinÈ›ele lor. Dar adev?rul e c? È™i emoÈ›iile pot mistui. În explorarea aceasta de noi posibilit??i exist? o imaturitate a înÈ›elepciunii.

I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn't forget, I'm alive, I know I'm alive, I mustn't forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.

For the first thing a writer should be is - excited. He should be a thing of fevers and enthusiasms. Without such vigor, he might as well be out picking peaches or digging ditches; God knows it would be better for his health.

The house was full of dead bodies, it seemed. It felt like a mechanical cemetery. So silent. None of the humming hidden energy of machines waiting to function at the tap of a button.

Stand by for the lovely concussion.

It doesn't matter if being so alive kills a man; it's better to have the quick fever every time.

And what lights the sun? Its own fire. And the sun goes on, day after day, burning and burning. The sun and time. The sun and time and burning. Burning. The river bobbled him along gently. Burning. The sun and every clock on the earth. It all came together and became a single thing in his mind. After a long time of floating on the land and a short time of floating in the river he knew why he must never burn again in his life.

In your life, did you know enthusiasm?' If the answer is yes you enter the sky. If no, you fall to burn in the pit.

When I look back now, I realize what a trial I must have been to my friends and relatives. It was one frenzy after one elation after one enthusiasm after one hysteria after another. I was always yelling and running somewhere, because I was afraid life was going to be over that very afternoon.

It was a day to be out of bed, to pull curtains and fling open windows.It was a day to make your heart bigger with warm mounain air.

Pipkin: an assemblage of speeds, smells, textures. A cross section of all the boys who ever ran, fell, got up, and ran again.

Fire is bright and fire is clean

And the sun goes on, day after day, burning and burning. The sun and time. The sun and time and burning. Burning.

Accordion, harmonica, wine, shout, dance, wail, roundabout, clash of pan, laughter.

Do we want the stars? We can have them. Can we borrow cups of fire from the sun? We can and must and light the world

Why, just lying there, Jim, you run so fast. I never saw anyone move so much, just sleeping.

Crazy!" They spilled downhill, the sun in their mouths, in their eyes like shattered lemon glass, gasping like trout thrown out on a bank, laughing till they cried.