I keep telling myself, “I must learn to accept.” But so long as I say this, I never will. The very statement is a contradiction.
How to face our fears: with quiet respect, and an infinite patience.
How often we try to assuage our pain by taking action. We act as if a state of being can be remedied by doing. But our wounds require attention, not action.
Nothing holds value unless it is fully accepted for what it is. This is true of circumstance, of another person, of life itself. Acceptance legitimizes everything.
We live in thought-prisons while boasting about our freedom.
"Let there be light." So begins all creation with the impulse to push back the darkness.
I find myself constantly torn between the rival claims of will and circumstance.
If we could try not so much in our human-ness to experience God, but in our godliness to experience being human.
When we can’t seem to answer the how no matter how hard we try, it’s usually because we haven’t fully addressed the what.
Why all this chit-chat about others who are not present?
The goal is not to change one’s surroundings by any use of effort, but merely to be mindful of how they change of their own accord.
The universe is perfect. Nature is perfect. Yet we complain that human nature is imperfect. How can that be?
I cannot demonstrate my wit. I cannot prove my virtue. I cannot display good intentions. These efforts always end in failure. Yet life seems to ask this of me everyday.
Ultimately, the search for identity and the search for spiritual truth are one and the same.
Planning the future is tantamount to eliminating the future.
Does life have a purpose? If it does, it must be this: to create.
I call for adventure, yet I don’t take the risks. I’m always looking over my shoulder.
Fear is always irrational; it never stands up to scrutiny.
Understanding sets in when we stop begging the questions. Silence of mind opens a pathway to the truth.
You cannot separate the creator from the created.
That person is strong who is conscious of his strength.
Must we live without any religious or metaphysical consolations? Must we refuse all identification with prescribed systems of thought?
Do you live for? Or do you simply live?
He does not discuss loneliness in relation to people. As he sees it, loneliness is a form of despair where even the feeblest of certainties, the smallest of hopes, escape him. It is a desperate reaching-out for something, anything, to grab onto. An utter void.
The art of a subtle change of subject.
In the rhythmic ebb and tide of all things, this moment is like a curious point of neither and of both. A second of breathtaking suspension that embraces everything and nothing.
Appearances deceive. What we perceive are the forms, not the spirit that gives them life. A human hand is not real, only the spirit that animates it. A river is not real, only the music it makes. A flower is not real, only the beauty to which it gives expression.
The spider weaves. The cherry tree blossoms. All living things in the world are endowed with the gift of creativity. The uniqueness of each being is expressed through its ability to create.
How to eliminate fear? Befriend it.
“If someone told you that you were stuck here for the rest of your life, what would you do?”
A higher calling can render fame and fortune, even love itself, meaningless.
The man who lived an active life or so he thought. For him the thought or idea of a deed was as vivid as the action itself. He always thought of himself as active, yet he spent most of his days watching the world go by. The question is: was he a man of action because he thought of himself thus?
Not what you do but who you are in doing it.
Excerpted from Scott London's unpublished "Stockholm Notebooks."