Monday, April 2, 2012 5:57:56 PM
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If you are not paying for it, you're not the customer; you're the product being sold.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012 1:26:20 PM
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WHEN YOUR HEART BECOMES LIKE THE ROSE, YOUR LIFE WILL BE TRANSFORMED...
Mark Fisher
Monday, March 5, 2012 5:53:36 PM
http://ariom.ru/litera/osho/osho-37.htm"...В жизни первым делом необходимо найти смысл в настоящем мгновении. Основным ароматом вашего существа должны быть любовь, радость, празднование. ...."
Wednesday, October 12, 2011 5:10:34 PM
Nancy was having coffee with Helen.
Nancy asked, "How do you know your husband loves you?"
"He takes out the garbage every morning."
"That's not love. That's good housekeeping."
"My husband gives me all the spending money I need."
"That's not love. That's generosity."
"My husband never looks at other women."
"That's not love. That's poor vision."
"John always opens the door for me."
"That's not love. That's good manners."
"John kisses me even when I've eaten garlic and I have curlers in my hair."
"Now, that's love."
(OSHO on Love)
Tuesday, July 26, 2011 10:21:13 AM
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.
"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."
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Velveteen Rabbit
by Margery Williams
Saturday, July 16, 2011 1:30:42 PM
Courage...
What does it mean to you?
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