The only real security is not in owning or possessing not in demanding or expecting not in hoping even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was nor forward to what it might be but living in the present and accepting it as it is now.
The most wonderful of all things in life I believe is the discovery of another human being with whom one?s relationship has a glowing depth beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of Divine accident.
A man is the part he plays among his fellows. He is not isolated; he cannot be. His life is made up of the relations he bears to others is made or marred by those relations guided by them judged by them expressed in them. There is nothing else upon which he can spend his spirit nothing else that we can see. It is by these he gets his spiritual growth; it is by these we see his character revealed his purpose his gifts. A few (men) act as those who have mastered the secrets of a serious art with deliberate subordination of themselves to the great end and motive of the play. These have found themselves and have all the ease of a perfect adjustment.
Death ends a life not a relationship.
Coming together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success.
The prime source of nourishing interaction is authentic intimate relating. Genuine relating is responding to the other and to his needs.
The only real security is not in owning or possessing not in demanding or expecting not in hoping even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was nor forward to what it might be but living in the present and accepting it as it is now.
I know I am but summer to your heart And not the full four seasons of the year.
The most wonderful of all things in life I believe is the discovery of another human being with whom one?s relationship has a glowing depth beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of Divine accident.
A man is the part he plays among his fellows. He is not isolated; he cannot be. His life is made up of the relations he bears to others is made or marred by those relations guided by them judged by them expressed in them. There is nothing else upon which he can spend his spirit nothing else that we can see. It is by these he gets his spiritual growth; it is by these we see his character revealed his purpose his gifts. A few (men) act as those who have mastered the secrets of a serious art with deliberate subordination of themselves to the great end and motive of the play. These have found themselves and have all the ease of a perfect adjustment.