Being free brings a lightness, a carefree surrender to all that is happening around you, and, above all, an acceptance of reality.
To offer no resistance to life is to be in a state of grace, ease, and lightness.
Simplify, then add lightness.
We find greater lightness & ease in our lives as we increasingly care for ourselves & other beings.
Forgetting: that is a divine capacity. And whoever aspires to the heights and wants to fly must cast off much that is heavy and make himself light--I call it a divine capacity for lightness.
Forgiveness gives you back the laughter and the lightness in your life.
To offer no resistance to life is to be in a state of grace, ease, and lightness. This state is then no longer dependent upon things being in a certain way, good or bad. It seems almost paradoxical, yet when your inner dependency on form is gone, the general conditions of your life, the outer forms, tend to improve greatly.
Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness.
When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.
Her drama was a drama not of heaviness but of lightness. What fell to her lot was not the burden but the unbearable lightness of being.
I think lightness has to come from a very deep place if it's true lightness.
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.
Everything we choose in life for its lightness soon reveals its unbearable weight.
And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself?
Happiness is the longing for repetition.
In lightness the root is lost. In haste the ruler is lost.
In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.
Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo.
Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short.
Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.
The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful ... Love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.
And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.
In the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body.
Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.
A single metaphor can give birth to love.
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