Es por eso que hay que pensar de forma positiva, porque puedes crearte o destruirte a ti misma a trav?s de la calidad de tus pensamientos.

"Sometimes transformation begins with darkness.

Hay cosas que no se pueden llegar a saber. Una intenta comprender lo que pas?, unir los pocos puntitos que han quedado para que den un dibujo comprensible, y tiene que conformarse con eso. Luego pasa como con las constelaciones en el cielo? que cada uno ve en ellas lo que quiere, aunque tengan sus nombres.

Los pensamientos que acuden a mi mente cuando corro se parecen a las nubes del cielo. Nubes de diversas formas y tama?os. Nubes que vienen y se van. Pero el cielo siempre es el cielo. Las nubes son s?lo meras invitadas. Algo que pasa de largo y se dispersa. Y s?lo queda el cielo. El cielo es algo que, al tiempo que existe, no existe. Algo material y a la vez, inmaterial. Y a nosotros no nos queda sino aceptar ka existencia de ese inmenso recipiente tal cual es e intentar ir asimil?ndolo.

It's more than a bath; it's a transformative experience. You're searching for buoyancy in the soul, and spring in your step.

I've never met a person, I don't care what his condition, in whom I could not see possibilities. I don't care how much a man may consider himself a failure. I believe in him, for he can change the thing that is wrong in his life any time he is ready and prepared to do it. Whenever he develops the desire he can take away from his life the thing that is defeating it. The capacity for reformation and change lies within.

In the absence of a formally agreed, worldwide dictionary definition of 'Quotography' (in 2016), here are my two cents worth: 'Quotography is the art of pairing unique quotations with complementary images in order to express thought-provoking ideas, challenging concepts, profound sentiments'.

According to one Egyptian account, the formation of the world was the realization of a concept first developed within the mind of the Creator. Leibniz had a similar idea. He imagined God as a kind of super computer, calculating every possible world and scoring them all according to some divine scale or metric. Once the Creator had analyzed all possible worlds in his mind (all potentialities), he made actual the world that had scored highest and was thus the best of all possible worlds. If you think this world is bad, you should see the alternatives!

The yogi can relate to his Beloved in the form of a personal relationship-as a friend, a child, a spouse. He can cherish God in traditional religious performances?honoring saints, holy sites, and scriptures. He can hold God dear in the form of union-as his own Self, or in samadhi. All forms of God are equally suitable for love. (165)

The portraits, of more historical than artistic interest, had gone; and tapestry, full of the blue and bronze of peacocks, fell over the doors, and shut out all history and activity untouched with beauty and peace; and now when I looked at my Crevelli and pondered on the rose in the hand of the Virgin, wherein the form was so delicate and precise that it seemed more like a thought than a flower, or at the grey dawn and rapturous faces of my Francesca, I knew all a Christian's ecstasy without his slavery to rule and custom; when I pondered over the antique bronze Gods and Goddesses, which I had mortgaged my house to buy, I had all a pagan's delight in various beauty and without his terror at sleepless destiny and his labour with many sacrifices; and I had only to go to my bookshelf, where every book was bound in leather, stamped with intricate ornament, and of a carefully chosen colour: Shakespeare in the orange of the glory of the world, Dante in the dull red of his anger, Milton in the blue grey of his formal calm; and I could experience what I would of human passions without their bitterness and without satiety. I had gathered about me all Gods because I believed in none, and experienced every pleasure because I gave myself to none, but held myself apart, individual, indissoluble, a mirror of polished steel: I looked in the triumph of this imagination at the birds of Hera, glowing in the firelight as though they were wrought of jewels; and to my mind, for which symbolism was a necessity, they seemed the doorkeepers of my world, shutting out all that was not of as affluent a beauty as their own; and for a moment I thought as I had thought in so many other moments, that it was possible to rob life of every bitterness except the bitterness of death; and then a thought which had followed this thought, time after time, filled me with a passionate sorrow.

Love without truth is sentimentality; it supports and affirms us but keeps us in denial about our flaws. Truth without love is harshness; it gives us information but in such a way that we cannot really hear it. God's saving love in Christ, however, is marked by both radical truthfulness about who we are and yet also radical, unconditional commitment to us. The merciful commitment strengthens us to see the truth about ourselves and repent. The conviction and repentance moves us to cling to and rest in God's mercy and grace.

Cos if it's encyclopedias we've got enough, like, information... and if it's God, you've got the wrong house.

Change is not always a good thing. What I need is not change from one thing to another but transformation from who I am into who I was meant to become. Only when God's transforming power touches me can I begin to live the simpler, freer, fresher, more creative, more patient, more passionate, more sacrificial, riskier, rawer, more real, more love-driven life God intended for me all along. That transformation is what awaits all who dare to enter the story of God. As Paul wrote, 'Let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think' (Romans 12:2)

To believe in God or in a guiding force because someone tells you to is the height of stupidity. We are given senses to receive our information within. With our own eyes we see, and with our own skin we feel. With our intelligence, it is intended that we understand. But each person must puzzle it out for himself or herself.

The gifts of the Master are these: freedom, life, hope, new direction, transformation, and intimacy with God. If the cross was the end of the story, we would have no hope. But the cross isn't the end. Jesus didn't escape from death; he conquered it and opened the way to heaven for all who will dare to believe. The truth of this moment, if we let it sweep over us, is stunning. It means Jesus really is who he claimed to be, we are really as lost as he said we are, and he really is the only way for us to intimately and spiritually connect with God again.

If I could give you information of my life it would be to show how a woman of very ordinary ability has been led by God in strange and unaccustomed paths to do in His service what He has done in her. And if I could tell you all, you would see how God has done all, and I nothing. I have worked hard, very hard, that is all; and I have never refused God anything.

Theological formation is the gradual and often painful discovery of God's incomprehensibility. You can be competent in many things, but you cannot be competent in God.

"El universo est? simplemente all?; esa es la ?nica forma en que un Fedaykin puede imaginarlo y permanecer due?o de sus sentidos. El universo ni amenaza ni promete. Contiene cosas m?s all? de nuestro dominio: la ca?da de un meteoro, la erupci?n de una masa de especia, cosas que crecen y mueren. Esas son las realidades de este universo y deben afrontarse independientemente de lo que uno sienta por ellas. Uno no puede apartarlas de su lado. Se precipitar?n contra uno a su silenciosa manera y entonces, solo entonces, uno comprender? lo que significan ?vida y muerte?. Y al comprenderlo, uno se sentir? colmado de alegr?a.

Vivir es contradecirse. Equivocarse sin saberlo y saberlo luego. Mudar de piel, de estatura, de peinado, de criterio. Funciona en el plazo largo y en el vuelo corto, no hay forma de anticipar qu? viene ni de entender qu? pasa, cualquier intento de an?lisis es como cerrar una maleta sent?ndose en ella, cualquier pretensi?n de imparcialidad se frustra con la urgencia. La tentaci?n no es mentir: es concluir. Una pavesa inflamada cruza la estancia frente al ventanuco abierto, ?hace acaso falta m?s para confirmar el incendio? Para colgar al pir?mano. Para convertir en h?roe al bombero. Cae otra esquirla y ya son dos las marcas en el suelo, dos puntos para inventarse una recta que, al prolongarse, promete una meta segura en alg?n lugar del futuro. S?lo que cae otra esquirla. Fuera del patr?n so?ado. La recta ya no vale. Toca reimaginar el cuento".

Al?m disso, somos individualmente o produto de for?as que n?o escolhemos e que mal compreendemos. N?o escolhemos nossos pais nem a ?poca em que nascemos, e assim recebemos uma determinada heran?a gen?tica sobre a qual n?o temos controle algum, mas que, at? um ponto significante, tem controle sobre n?s. Essa heran?a determina, em parte, as doen?as a que somos suscet?veis e os limites de nossas capacidades intelectuais, atl?ticas e morais. Talvez n?o totalmente, mas o suficiente. Nascemos num ambiente que vai preencher o pouco espa?o que sobra do que foi determinado geneticamente, um ambiente que, novamente, n?o escolhemos e sobre o qual mal temos controle, pelo menos durante nossos anos de forma??o. A maneira como somos e aquilo que fazemos s?o resultados de nossos genes e nosso ambiente, que, juntos, exercem em n?s uma influ?ncia que compreendemos de forma bastante nebulosa. Era isso que os fil?sofos existencialistas, com Jean-Paul Sartre, por exemplo, queriam dizer quando afirmavam que somos jogados no mundo.

Philosophy, which once seemed outmoded, remains alive because the moment of its realization was missed. The summary judgement that it had merely interpreted the world is itself crippled by resignation before reality, and becomes a defeatism of reason after the transformation of the world failed. It guarantees no place from which theory as such could be concretely convicted of the anachronism, which then as now it is suspected of. Perhaps the interpretation which promised the transition did not suffice. The moment on which the critique of theory depended is not to be prolonged theoretically. Praxis, delayed for the foreseeable future, is no longer the court of appeals against self-satisfied speculation, but for the most part the pretext under which executives strangulate that critical thought as idle which a transforming praxis most needs. After philosophy broke with the promise that it would be one with reality or at least struck just before the hour of its production, it has been compelled to ruthlessly criticize itself.

Latter-day capitalism. Like it or not, it's the society we live in. Even the standard of right and wrong has been subdivided, made sophisticated. Within good, there's fashionable good and unfashionable good, and ditto for bad. Within fashionable good, there's formal and then there's casual; there's hip, there's cool, there's trendy, there's snobbish. Mix 'n' match. Like pulling on a Missoni sweater over Trussardi slacks and Pollini shoes, you can now enjoy hybrid styles of morality. It's the way of the world -- philosophy starting to look more and more like business administration.

Formation may be the best name for what happens in a circle of trust, because the word refers, historically, to soul work done in community. But a quick disclaimer is in order, since formation sometimes means a process quite contrary to the one described in this book----a process in which the pressure of orthodox doctrine, sacred text, and institutional authority is applied to the misshapen soul in order to conform it to the shape dictated by some theology. This approach is rooted in the idea that we are born with souls deformed by sin, and our situation is hopeless until the authorities "form" us properly. But all of that is turned upside down by the principles of a circle of trust: I applaud the theologian who said that "the idea of humans being born alienated from the Creator would seem an abominable concept." Here formation flows from the belief that we are born with souls in perfect form. As time goes on, we subject to powers of deformation, from within as well as without, that twist us into shapes alien to the shape of the soul. But the soul never loses its original form and never stops calling us back to our birhtright integrity.

Y, entonces, en ese instante que tan solo dura un segundo, el cerebro se encarga de abrir la cerradura del cofre en el cual guardas todo lo que aprecias. Cede de tal manera que la tapa se abre y todo lo que hay en el interior sale de forma tan r?pida y tan fugaz que no puedes detenerlo.