We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.
We fear to know the fearsome and unsavory aspects of ourselves, but we fear even more to know the godlike in ourselves.
On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.
I pray the gods will give me some reliefAs the constellations rise and sink.
Oh me, I have been struck a mortal blow right inside.
I felt that the murderer was in the room. Sitting with us — listening. one of us
Last time I had my hands on you, you felt like a bird - struggling to escape. You'll never escape now...
Fear is incomplete knowledge.
Running away from fear is fear; fighting pain is pain; trying to be brave is being scared. If the mind is in pain, the mind is pain. The thinker has no other form than his thought.