Quotes by "Thomas Lloyd Qualls"

Prometheus stole fire from the gods. We are each the heirs of that divine spark. Used wisely, the spark fuels one's journey and lights the way. Treated carelessly, the spark consumes its owner and everything in its path.

Every answer can be followed by another question.

The monk wakes from a dream into a world of mists and thunderclouds. The clouds play children's games with him. They show him dissolving images of yaks and sheep, serpents and hawks, angels and dragons. He closes his eyes and the clouds count to ten. He opens his eyes and they look for him.

The world is as big as our ideas of it.

I believe we should demand the things our souls need. And not compromise. Not push these desires to the slagheap because we’ve been told they serve no useful purpose in our adult lives. Not tell our souls to go to their rooms because we are having this party for adults called life, and they will just be in the way because we’ll be talking about things the soul wouldn’t understand anyway. Not say it’s okay if we aren’t granted these things we need, because other people’s lives suck too.

All of life is constantly in motion. Desire keeps us moving. Desire inspires us to be brave, to dream, to create. Desire is our divine connection with the creative force of the universe.

The universe is abundant and supports each of us. In order to see this, though, we must open all of our senses.

Awareness is more essential than a hundred skills. To be aware is to be open. And to be open is to know the path of every master who has roamed the earth.

A word is a bridge. It is a wave of light and sound that spans the perceived distance between one thing and another.

In the beginning was the word. And the word was split into infinity. All words, then, are part of the whole. Just as we are each part of the whole. There are individual words, as we are individual beings. Each word carries with it the memory of the whole logos. Just as we each carry the memory of the whole universe.

The moon speaks in slivers and halves.

Stop and listen. The story is everywhere.

When you can unlock your dream life, your waking life will follow.

All things bleed together.

The sky did not create the water and does not know its course.

All journeys meet crossroads. Where the river ends, the ocean begins. We must have the courage to embark on these journeys, to choose our paths, and to let go of the boat once we are across the river.

The mountain affords perspective.

The sun has but half a meaning without the shadow it casts into the ocean of the world.

Only the heart knows the way.

There is weakness in resistance, strength in letting go.