Rumi Quote #s3salim
patriotism is humanity’s global brainwashing machine responsible for more deaths and bigotry than religion
“Look at this. It’s worthless — ten dollars from a vendor in the street. But I take it, I bury it in the sand for a thousand years, it becomes priceless. Like the Ark.”
- Dr. Reńe Belloq, an archaeologist
"The Force is not a power you have. It’s not about lifting rocks. It’s the energy between all things, a tension, a balance, that binds the universe together.“
- Luke Skywalker, a jedi master
“The strong prey on the weak down here. You gotta stay focused on your dream.”
- Hugo, Alita’s first love
This is gross and I love it
some wise words from the love of my life that I’d like to pass on to all my followers:
“We are here for a good time not a long time”
the inability of belief to change just because you want it to is proof that you cannot willingly lie to yourself
the more I try to justify my obvious and apparent control over choice, the more I realize its esoterically-repulsive understanding I’ve been trying to avoid
free will is an illusion
that bothers me
We Humans only TRUST on Words not ACTIONS. We admire others words and quotes beside thinking how is that gonna apply? How will those words work out in low times. Don’t ever fall for someones words and phrases, LOOK WHAT THEY DO AND WHAT ARE THEY!✴️
mga alaalang nabaon na sa isip
walang balak hukayin
walang balak lantawin
may mga nakakahiya
may mga nakakatawa
may mga bagay na hiling natin na sana'y di nlang nangyari pa
Ngunit parte ito ng buhay
kaya laban lang!
Ang lahat ay magiging maayos.
Rumi Quote #s3salim
genius is often polished insanity
“Your lover has just kissed you goodbye. You may never know that kiss again. You may never know love again.”
Made from sufferings and smiles, giggles and cries.
Strong, yet struggling with every step
Fast, yet misguided, leaning to rest.
Pretending to be fine,
Because that is what the world demands.
You trust that smile?
Sit for a while, relax, and it will turn into a cry.
Tender like a flower,
They want to fly, leaving behind the sufferings, the weights of misery, high in the bloomy sky.
Leaping on the stars, wanting to feel the moonlight.
What is keeping you behind?
The scorching summer heat, rainy sky, or the heaviness that you hide?
With the angel sitting on one shoulder and the devil on the other; do you know who the angel is? Or do you decide it?