“Artur Rubinstein, the famous pianist, was once asked the secret of his success-was it dedication, ability, discipline, hard work? Mr. Rubinstein smiled as he remarked, "It's hard to say, but one thing I do know: if you love life, life will love you back!" What a wonderful insight! That philosophy explains how a man in his eighties can continue to be so creative. For life is simply filled with exciting blessings for everybody. They're ours if we give enough of ourselves to life!” IfsKnowsMenLifeGivingHardEnoughPhilosophyLife IsAbilitySecretCreativeWonderfulOne ThingLove YouHard WorkDisciplineBlessingExcitingFilledInsightLove LifeDedicationEightyPianist Book:The joy of living: inspiring and practical writings ... Source: The joy of living: inspiring and practical writings ...
“It's nice if you love a liberated person, and you should, because they love you. They're lovable. They're children playing in a very, very unusual world filled with vortexes of dancing darkness and light.” IfsWorldShouldChildrenPersonsLightDarknessTeacherNiceLove YouFilledDancingEnlightenedUnusualLight And DarknessLiberatedLovableChildren PlayingVortex Author:Frederick Lenz
“We're in this strange age where we can't say 'I love you,' at least not sincerely. It's something where, if you simplify it, the whole point of trying to capture it would sort of make it dead. The fragmented thing can create a situation where the holes between the pieces of the puzzle can be filled with meaning, and thereby you get a greater sense of complexity or feeling.” IfsTryingWholeFeelingsAgeSituationGreaterPiecesLove YouStrangeFilledHolesComplexityCapturePuzzlesSincerelySimplifySay I Love YouFragmented Author:Christoffer Boe
“I reveled in the smallness, the coziness of an upstairs bedroom in a traditional American Cape Cod house the half-floor that forces you to duck, to feel small and naive again, ready for anything, dying for love, your body a chimney filled with odd, black smoke. These square, squat, awkward rooms are like a fifty-square-foot paean to teenage-hood, to ripeness, to the first and last taste of youth.” FeelsFirstsBodyLastsHouseForceBlackRoomsHalfFeetDyingLove YouYouthReadyTasteFilledYour BodyTraditionalSmokeOddFiftySquaresDucksAwkwardBedroomTeenageNaiveHoodUpstairsCapesChimneysSmallnessSquatFirsts And LastsCape CodRipeness Author:Gary Shteyngart
“To experience love, we must go inside. When you experience real love you get into a state which is beyond words. You are filled with a joy that goes beyond all emotions. True love is the love of the inner Self.” RealSelfStatesJoyLove IsEmotionLove YouFilledReal LoveInner SelfTrue Love IsExperience Love Author:Swami Muktananda
“to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you've held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, How can a body withstand this? Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, I will take you I will love you, again.” ThinkingBodyHandsEyeFacesHopeWaterGriefAirLove YouAcceptanceFitPaperWeightFilledDearHeavyFleshHeatLove LifeThroatStomachCharmingPalmsVioletLungsObesityYou AgainTropicalCharming Smile Author:Ellen Bass
“She was gone, and all that was left was the space you'd grown around her, like a tree that grows around a fence. For a long time, it remained hollow. Years, maybe. And when at last it was filled again, you knew that the new love you felt for a woman would have been impossible without Alma. If it weren't for her, there would never have been an empty space, or the need to fill it.” IfsNeedsYearsLongHas BeensLastsLeftGrowsFeltSpaceGoneImpossibleTreeLove YouLong TimeEmptyFilledFenceHollowEmpty SpaceHistory Of Love Author:Nicole Krauss
“I didn’t know how much I could love until you were gone. Until your laughter no longer filled my home, your wicked high jinks no longer made me crazy. Until I stood in that damned club and knew, without you by side, my life was as empty as my bed was without you in it. I didn’t know what love was, until I saw my refusal to admit it drown all the sweet innocence in your eyes. I love you.” KnowsMadeHomeEyeSidesKnow HowGoneSawsCrazyLove YouSweetBedLaughterEmptyFilledClubsInnocenceWickedWithout YouRefusal Author:Lora Leigh