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"Is it possible to love without thinking? What do you mean by thinking? Thinking is a response to memories of pain or pleasure. There is no thinking without the residue which incomplete experience leaves. Love is different from emotion and feeling. Love cannot be brought into the field of thought; whereas feeling and emotion can be brought. Love is a flame without smoke, ever fresh, creative, joyous. Such love is dangerous to society, to relationship. So, thought steps in, modifies, guides it, legalizes it, puts it out of danger; then one can live with it. Do you not know that when you love someone, you love the whole of mankind? Do you not know how dangerous it is to love man? Then, there is no barrier, no nationality; then, there is no craving for power and position, and things assume their values. Such a man is a danger to society.
For the being of love, the process of memory must come to an end. Memory comes into being only when experience is not fully, completely understood. Memory is only the residue of experience; it is the result of a challenge which is not fully comprehended. Life is a process of challenge and response. Challenge is always new but the response is ever old. This response, which is conditioning, which is the result of the past, must be understood and not disciplined or condemned away. It means living each day anew, fully and completely. This complete living is possible only when there is love, when your heart is full, not with the words nor with the things made by the mind. Only where there is love, memory ceases; then every movement is a rebirth."
For the being of love, the process of memory must come to an end. Memory comes into being only when experience is not fully, completely understood. Memory is only the residue of experience; it is the result of a challenge which is not fully comprehended. Life is a process of challenge and response. Challenge is always new but the response is ever old. This response, which is conditioning, which is the result of the past, must be understood and not disciplined or condemned away. It means living each day anew, fully and completely. This complete living is possible only when there is love, when your heart is full, not with the words nor with the things made by the mind. Only where there is love, memory ceases; then every movement is a rebirth."
— J. Krishnamurti, The Book of Life (via lavitaebela)
“I did not say that you must get rid of sorrow. I said that you have to look at sorrow; go into it, understand it. You can’t get rid of sorrow; you can’t just put it away. When does one have sorrow? If you love somebody and that person doesn’t love you in return, you suffer. Why? Why should you suffer? What does your suffering mean? It means you are thinking about yourself - that is the actual fact. And as long as you are thinking about your own little self, wanting to be loved and being afraid that you will not be loved, with all the ugliness involved in that, naturally you are going to have what you call sorrow.”— Jiddu Krishnamurti
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εντάξει.. best
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τοτε;
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“I know I look grumpy there, but I’m just trying to hold it together because that was a very, very emotional moment.”
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House’s Funeral…
Ηe hired me when no one else would.
He got me fired.He gave me the guts to get fired.
He gave me the courage to quit.
Gregory was,he was a good son.
He was a trying boyfriend,but I…never stopped loving him.
He was my husband for real. I couldn’t help but love him.
He was my boss.And my employee. And both times…I learned from him.
He made me a better parent, whether he meant to or not.
He was willing to kill me. And I’ll always be grateful.
He wasn’t always easy to deal with.
But somewhere in there…he knew how to love.
He was my friend. The thing you have to…remember the thing you can’t forget
is that Gregory House saved lives. He was a healer. And and in the end…
House was an ass.He mocked anyone–patients, co-workers,his dwindling friends–anyone who didn’t measure up to his insane ideals of integrity. He claimed to be on some heroic quest for truth, but the truth is, he was a bitter jerk who liked making people miserable. And he proved that by dying selfishly, numbed by narcotics, without a thought of anyone. A betrayal of everyone who cared about him. A million times he needed me,and the one time that I needed him……
-SHUT UP YOU IDIOT-
Somewhere in there, he knew how to love.
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