Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for. I honor my grief.
Marianne WilliamsonRead
Every time we open our hearts, we create the space for a global alternative.
Interpretation
Opening our hearts can lead to transformative change in the world.
Marianne Williamson suggests that by being open and compassionate, we not only nurture our own emotional wellbeing but also contribute to a larger, more positive change in society. The idea is that love and vulnerability can create opportunities for understanding, healing, and the emergence of new, beneficial perspectives globally.
In practice
During a motivational speech about community service, one might quote this to inspire action.
Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for. I honor my grief.
As we become purer channels for God's light, we develop an appetite for the sweetness that is possible in this world. A miracle worker is not geared toward fighting the world that is, but toward creating the world that could be.
Governments move armies, but only individuals can move hearts.
The world is in trouble. Many have prayed. God sent help. God sent you.
Once we truly understand that God's will is that we be happy, we no longer feel the need to ask for anything other than that God's will be done.
A queen is wise. She has earned her serenity, not having had it bestowed on her but having passer her tests. She has suffered and grown more beautiful because of it. She has proved she can hold her kingdom together. She has become its vision. She cares deeply about something bigger than herself. She rules with authentic power.
Do you love me because I'm beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me?
For someone to say that marriage is only about procreation is a joke. I didn't marry my husband to have children. I married my husband because I love my husband.
Love is just a word, but you bring it definition.
Love is an emerald. Its brilliant light wards off dragons On this treacherous path.
I dread the loss of her I've never touched love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears I gnaw my tongue with which to her I can never speak I miss a woman who was never born I kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meet Everything passes Everything perishes Everything palls my thought walks away with a killing smile leaving discordant anxiety which roars in my soul No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope
sometimes what you miss the most is the way a loved one made you feel about yourself.
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