This is the latest installment of quotes and words that move me for the weekend of 4/13/13 (Volume 32). I hope you enjoy them too.
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said ‘As long as there’s no price on love, I’ll stay.
And you wouldn’t want me any other way.’”
“I only meant to love you
(Didn’t you know it babe
Didn’t you know it)
Why couldn’t you be content
With the love I gave, oh yeah
I gave you my heart
But you wanted my mind, oh yeah
Your love scares me to death, boy
Oh it’s the chokin’ kind”
“If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love.” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh, Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life
“For God’s sake, let’s take the word ‘possess’ and put a brick round its neck and drown it … We can’t possess one another. We can only give and hazard all we have.” ~ Dorothy L. Sayers, Busman’s Honeymoon
“Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy – in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other.” ~ Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land
“That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending – performing. You get to love your pretence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act – and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.” ~ Jim Morrison
“The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
The Missing Piece Meets the Big O by Shel Silverstein
The missing piece sat alone…
waiting for someone
to come along
and take it somewhere.
but could not roll
Others could roll
but did not fit.
One didn’t know a thing about fitting.
And another didn’t know a thing about anything.
One was too delicate.
One put it on a pedestal…
and left it there.
Some had too many pieces missing.
Some had too many pieces, period.
It learned to hide from the hungry ones.
Some looked too closely.
Others rolled right by without noticing.
It tried to make itself more attractive…
It didn’t help.
It tried being flashy.
but that just frightened away the shy ones.
At last one came along that fit just right.
But all of a sudden…
the missing piece began to grow!
‘I didn’t know you were going to grow.’
‘I didn’t know it either,’ said the missing piece.
‘I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece, one that won’t increase….’
One came along who looked different.
‘What do you want of me?’ asked the missing piece.
‘What do you need from me?’
‘Who are you?’ asked the missing piece.
‘I am the Big O,’ said the Big O.
‘I think you are the one I have been waiting for,’ said the missing piece. ‘Maybe I am your missing piece.’
‘But I am not missing a piece,’ said the Big O.
‘There is no place you would fit.’
‘That is too bad,’ said the missing piece.
‘I was hoping that perhaps I could roll with you….’
‘You cannot roll with me,’ said the Big O,
‘but perhaps you can roll by yourself.’
‘By myself? A missing piece cannot roll by itself.’
‘Have you ever tried?’ asked the Big O.
‘But I have sharp corners,’ said the missing piece.
‘I am not shaped for rolling.’
‘Corners wear off,’ said the Big O, ‘and shapes change.
Anyhow, I must say good-bye..
Perhaps we will meet again….’
And away it rolled.
The missing piece was alone again.
For a long time it just sat there.
Then… slowly… it lifted itself up on one end…and flopped over.
it began to move forward….
And soon its edges began to wear off…
and its shape began to change…
and then it was bumping instead of flopping…
and then it was bouncing instead of bumping…
and then it was rolling instead of bouncing….
And it didn’t know where, and it didn’t care.
It was rolling!