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“To open up to Truth you have to first be so utterly hopeless and to the point you see no good way out of this life. That is where you are pushed to find out for yourself, whether it even exists or not, whether you have a chance, because Truth, Reality, or what some true teachers call God cannot be found in those parts of us that are familiar or known. If you're comfortable with your acquired ideas, your life situation and memories you will never pursue this”

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Pathways to Perfect Liiving

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Vernon Howard
Vernon Howard

Vernon Howard was an American author known for his work in the fields of self-help and metaphysics. Born on March 16, 1918, he gained recognition for his teachings on personal development and the power of the mind. Howard's writings have inspired many, and his philosophy continues to influence individuals seeking self-improvement. He passed away on August 23, 1992. more

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“Was there nothing left in this world that was worth opening your eyes and fighting for? Would the bad guys always win? Are our efforts to live in peace simply doomed to failure? Will the bad guys always be bad guys? Will the good guys spend their whole lives taking punches and throwing rocks into the water with all of their might and getting nothing more in return than a ridiculous sploosh and the shame of failure?”

“There is no time in what you are going through. Your suffering is a place, and you don't know whether you can ever leave this place. You don't even have enough hope to wish that it be over faster. Faster doesn't exist, any more than time itself. You are not alive enough to measure it. You live in a present of incessant pain.”

“هذا الشر الذي لا يصد عن اللهو. يقاتل ويقتل ويحظى بكل الاحترام. يقسو ويستبد هازئًا بالعواقب وله ضحكة تجلجل فتملأ الآفاق. له لذة في العبث بالضعفاء ويسمر في المآثم ويغني فوق شواهد القبور. الموت يدنو مني وهو لايزال يضحك ساخرًا. القتيل في التراب والقاتل ضائع وفي كوخي بكاء على الإثنين. ضحكة الطفولة في الحديقة استحالت مع الأيام عبوسة غارقة في الدمع. وفي الداخل بقية جسدي يتوجع. لماذا هذا العناء كله وأين صفو الأحلام أين؟”

“The moments of contemplating that animal fear, when the criminal sees that all is lost, but still struggles, still means to struggle, the moments when every instinct of self-preservation rises up in him at once and he looks at you with questioning and suffering eyes, studies you, your face, your thoughts, uncertain on which side you will strike, and his distracted mind frames thousands of plans in an instant, but he is still afraid to speak, afraid of giving himself away! This purgatory of the spirit, this animal thirst for self-preservation, these humiliating moments of the human soul, are awful, and sometimes arouse horror and compassion for the criminal even in the lawyer.”

“[T]he luminous and shocking beauty of the everyday is something I try to remain alert to, if only as an antidote to the chronic cynicism and disenchantment that seems to surround everything, these days. It tells me that, despite how debased or corrupt we are told humanity is and how degraded the world has become, it just keeps on being beautiful. It can’t help it.”