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Our Deepest Fear
Our Deepest Fear
Marianne Williamson
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond
measure. It is our light, not our darkness,
that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who
are you not to be?
You are a child of God. Your playing small does
not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened
about shrinking so that other people won’t feel
insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do. We
were born to make manifest the glory of God
that is within us. It’s not just in some of
us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously
give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence
automatically liberates others.
Author – Marianne
Williamson
From her book “A Return To Love: Reflections
on the Principles of A Course in Miracles”,
Harper Collins, 1992 – Chapter 7, Section 3,
Pg. 190-191.
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I learned part of this paragraph from a high school student in the movie Coach Carter several years ago. It makes me feel confident and motivated, sometimes we just need to try shining our own light.
One year after May 12th, 2008, I present this poem to all the people who are still trying to get over the pain and sadness. Our deepest fear is not from the deadly earthquake, our deepest fear is that we are not strong enough to liberate ourselves.
要有诗
才能表达一些情感。
Here is a poem read by Helen Fisher at TED 2008. You can feel the sorrow when she was reading this poem.
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Fires run through my body –
the pain of loving you.
Pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you.
Sickness wanders my body with my love for you.
Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you.
Consumed by fire with my love for you.
I remember what you said to me.
I am thinking of your love for me.
I am torn by your love for me.
Pain and more pain.
Where are you going with my love?
I’m told you will go from here.
I am told you will leave me here.
My body is numb with grief.
Remember what I’ve said, my love.
Goodbye, my love, goodbye.
-anonymous Kwakiutl Indian poem
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演讲的全文翻译在这里
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what is love? i don’t know…..but i am trying to figure it out….
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