Mobius Institute Quotes & Sayings

If you are a student of an enlightened master, you can literally tap into his aura, anywhere and at anytime. All you have to do is meditate on your Buddhist master and the light will come into your mind. — Frederick Lenz

She was mine. For the sake of appearances, she was my wife, but she was mine anyway. She didn't know it yet, but I did. It was wrong and it made no sense, but she belonged with me. No one else, not anyone else. — Karina Halle

Corey's face loomed near mine, the grin was broad. "Marc told us about the boat crash. That was awesome. I wish I'd seen it. — C.L.Stone

A pregnant woman is a frightful object. A new-born child is loathsome. A deathbed rarely makes so horrible an impression as childbirth, that terrible symphony of screams and filth and blood. — Hjalmar Soderberg

So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away, to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong. — Bob Dylan

To the Bullock Roseroot
What's the thought you think
all your life long?
It must be a great one,
a solemn one, to make you gaze
through the world at it,
all your life long.
When you have to look aside from it
your eyes roll, you bellow
in anger, anxious
to return to it, steadily
to gaze at it, think it
all your life long. — Ursula K. Le Guin

In short, the Enlightenment privatized marriage, taking it out of the public sphere, and redefined its purpose as individual gratification, not any 'broader good' such as reflecting God's nature, producing character, or raising children. Slowly but surely, this newer understanding of the meaning of marriage has displaced the older ones in Western culture. — Timothy Keller

The weeping of the guitar
begins.
The goblets of dawn
are smashed.
The weeping of the guitar
begins.
Useless
to silence it.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps monotonously
as water weeps
as the wind weeps
over snowfields.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps for distant
things.
Hot southern sands
yearning for white camellias.
Weeps arrow without target
evening without morning
and the first dead bird
on the branch.
Oh, guitar!
Heart mortally wounded
by five swords. — Federico Garcia Lorca

You've always been your own knight, riding to your rescue. I'm just the man who came along and saw how brightly your armor shone. — Courtney Milan

In the name of social order, liberal thought, and sometimes even Christianity, the novelist is asked to be the handmaid of his age. — Flannery O'Connor

Keep practicing, even when you seem to be getting nowhere. — George Leonard

The imperfect book that gets published is better than the perfect book that never leaves my computer. — Gretchen Rubin

Dandyism is a variety of genius. — William Hazlitt