A Quote by Ram Dass

Truth waits for eyes unclouded by longing. — © Ram Dass
Truth waits for eyes unclouded by longing.

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See with eyes unclouded by hate.
Child of the pure, unclouded brow and dreaming eyes of wonder.
Zen Buddhism does not preach. Sermons remain words. It waits until people feel stifled and insecure, driven by a secret longing.
A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.
If you have a longing in your heart to hear a deeper truth, there's a mysterious way in which that truth will find you.
Not 'Revelation'-'tis that waits/ But our unfurnished eyes
Child of the pure unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! Though time be fleet, and I and thou Are half a life asunder, Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy-tale.
Neither in what it gives, nor in what it does not give, nor in the mode of presentation, must the unclouded face of truth suffer wrong. Comment is free, but facts are sacred.
Truth waits to be found. It searches for no one.
But compassion is a deeper thing that waits beyond the tension of choosing sides. Compassion, in practice, does not require us to give up the truth of what we feel or the truth of our reality. Nor does it allow us to minimize the humanity of those who hurt us. Rather, we are asked to know ourselves enough that we can stay open to the truth of others, even when their truth or their inability to live up to their truth has hurt us.
On eyes that watch as well as eyes that weep Descends the solemn mystery of sleep, Toiling and climbing to the very close, The weary Body, longing for repose, On the gained level of the day's ascent, Halts for the night and pitches there its tent.
All human eyes have longing in them.
Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it.
We fell silent and all joking ceased. We gazed mutely into each other's eyes and an intense longing for the fullest avowal of the truth forced us to a confession, requiring no words whatever, or the incommensurable misfortune that weighed upon us. With tears and sobs we sealed a vow to belong to each other alone.
While truth is always bitter, pleasantness waits upon evildoing.
The restlessness and the longing, like the longing that is in the whistle of a faraway train. Except that the longing isn't really in the whistle—it is in you.
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