Quotes by T. Scott McLeod

Orange Juice? Sure. Toast? Sure. One last time on the couch? Sure. Phone number? Sure. See you again? Oooh, absolutely. That was the lie I told. Probably not, that was the truth, that was that which went unspoken.

It is only path bending. Dont let it be mind bending.

If you go to war with your mind, you will always be at war.

Do you want love, or do you want control?

Is it love, or is it attachment? Do you want to love her, or do you want to control her?

Why hold secrets? Why harbor anything? Let me just share everything with you. Let me just talk. Let me let go of the censor that is within me ... I’m tired of trying to be someone other than who I am.

Hatred never ceases with hatred, but with love alone is healed.

Life gives you exactly what you need to awaken.

There were so many beliefs which we had about the world, which then influenced everything, everything, about how we saw the world and interacted in the world and were with others. Everything. It was profound to me, amazing, the ramifications, the implications, the far-reaching impact that one’s beliefs could have on the world. It was actually mind-blowing for me. Figuratively speaking. Like, it was just, holy shit. Look at that. And nobody, hardly anybody sees it. They’re just ideas. Ideas. And yet, I’d believed them for so long, and still, was still shirking free of them. How was it that we believed in them, so readily, so easily?

When I was young, I lacked certainty, too,” he says. “I have the certainty, now, of not needing certainty. I have the certainty, of uncertainty. The peace, with being uncertain. All is good. All is holy. Whatever you choose, it can be fine. Hatred never ceases with hatred, but with love alone is healed. Rejection never ceases with rejection, but with acceptance alone is healed.

Praise and blame, gain and loss, pleasure and pain, fame and disripute, these are just the worldly winds of existence.

I feel so trapped, by my ego.

Let one who seeks not stop seeking until that person finds.

When you love yourself, utterly and completely, all of yourself, what you will discover then is that you love others, all others, utterly and completely.

It is all, the unfolding. Neither good nor bad, my destiny.

Stand in your own two shoes.

And could you, from a place of love, actually stand up and, use force, to give someone back, the suffering, they were trying to put on you? Would I do it? Maybe it would even be, an act of fierce compassion, as Enso Roshi sometimes talked about, to not take it any more. To not cow down, anymore. To let my father know, the tyrant, the aggressor, that if he hits me, I’m going to hit back, and hard.

This would be a secret that I would carry with me, until the day I died.

My belief is the belief of no beliefs. Thats my belief.

There is some fiction, in all fact; and some fact, in all fiction.