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You are never alone. You are eternally connected with everyone.
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advaita
advaita-vedanta
alone
aloneness
awakening
awareness
enlightenment
eternal
eternal-life
eternal-truths
everyone
everyone-belongs
global-oneness
insights
inspirational
interconnectedness
life
life-lessons
loneliness
motivational
non-duality
nonduality
oneness
spiritual-growth
spiritual-quotes
spirituality
unity
vedanta
wisdom
wisdom-quotes
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Your own Self-Realization is the greatest service you can render the world.
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awakening
awareness
enlightenment
giving
inspirational
know-thyself
self-realization
service
spiritual
wisdom-quotes
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Ramana Maharshi |
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So shut up, live, travel, adventure, bless and don't be sorry
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awakening
life
love
travel
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Jack Kerouac |
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For as long as I could remember, I had been transparent to myself, unselfconscious, learning, doing, most of every day. Now I was in my own way; I myself was a dark object I could not ignore. I couldn't remember how to forget myself. I didn't want to think about myself, to reckon myself in, to deal with myself every livelong minute on top of everything else - but swerve as I might, I couldn't avoid it. I was a boulder blocking my own path. I was a dog barking between my own ears, a barking dog who wouldn't hush. So this was adolescence. Is this how the people around me had died on their feet - inevitably, helplessly? Perhaps their own selves eclipsed the sun for so many years the world shriveled around them, and when at least their inescapable orbits had passed through these dark egoistic years it was too late, they had adjusted. Must I then lose the world forever, that I had so loved? Was it all, the whole bright and various planet, where I had been so ardent about finding myself alive, only a passion peculiar to children, that I would outgrow even against my will?
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awakening
consciousness
selfconsciousness
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Annie Dillard |
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"Outside the study hall the next fall, the fall of our senior year, the Nabisco plant baked sweet white bread twice a week. If I sharpened a pencil at the back of the room I could smell the baking bread and the cedar shavings from the pencil.... Pretty soon all twenty of us - our class - would be leaving. A core of my classmates had been together since kindergarten. I'd been there eight years. We twenty knew by bored heart the very weave of each other's socks.... The poems I loved were in French, or translated from the Chinese, Portuguese, Arabic, Sanskrit, Greek. I murmured their heartbreaking sylllables. I knew almost nothing of the diverse and energetic city I lived in. The poems whispered in my ear the password phrase, and I memorized it behind enemy lines: There is a world. There is another world. I knew already that I would go to Hollins College in Virginia; our headmistress sent all her problems there, to her alma mater. "For the English department," she told me.... But, "To smooth off her rough edges," she had told my parents. They repeated the phrase to me, vividly. I had hopes for my rough edges. I wanted to use them as a can opener, to cut myself a hole in the world's surface, and exit through it. Would I be ground, instead, to a nub? Would they send me home, an ornament to my breed, in a jewelry bag?"
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awakening
college
poetry
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Annie Dillard |