Simplify, then add lightness.
Everything we choose in life for its lightness soon reveals its unbearable weight.
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.
Being free brings a lightness, a carefree surrender to all that is happening around you, and, above all, an acceptance of reality.
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.
To offer no resistance to life is to be in a state of grace, ease, and lightness.
We find greater lightness & ease in our lives as we increasingly care for ourselves & other beings.
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.
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.
Forgiveness gives you back the laughter and the lightness in your life.
When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.
Around and around the house the leaves fall thick, but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow.
In lightness the root is lost. In haste the ruler is lost.
And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself?
Happiness is the longing for repetition.
I think lightness has to come from a very deep place if it's true lightness.
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echos.
but one loses, as one grows older, something of the lightness of one's dreams; one begins to take life up in both hands, and to care more for the fruit than the flower, and that is no great loss perhaps.
Kitsch causes two tears to flow in quick succession. The first tear says: How nice to see children running on the grass! The second tear says: How nice to be moved, together with all mankind, by children running on the grass!
For Sabina, living in truth, lying neither to ourselves nor to others, was possible only away from the public: the moment someone keeps an eye on what we do, we involuntarily make allowances for that eye, and nothing we do is truthful. Having a public, keeping a public in mind, means living in lies.
There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like a sketch. No, "sketch" is not quite a word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture.
But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave.
Physical love is unthinkable without violence.
Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something - love - from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.
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