Just know that your only peace is in the fact that the darkness waits for those like you who seek no salvation.
But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.
We’ve tried it all, tried everything but giving in
I refuse to throw all that we have away
I still recall, I still remember better days
The endless search goes on to light the fire again
We can make a difference here
Just close your eyes and take this hand, my dear
Just hold your breath and let me dry your tears.
Don’t bother looking for reason from a deviant.
J'ai perdu ma force et ma vie,
Et mes amis et ma gaieté;
J'ai perdu jusqu'à la fierté
Qui faisait croire à mon génie.
Quand j'ai connu la Vérité,
J'ai cru que c'était une amie;
Quand je l'ai comprise et sentie,
J'en étais déjà dégoûté.
— I'm looking for someone.
— Looking? Found someone you have, I would say, hmmm?
I've come to believe in something I call "The Physics of the Quest." A force in nature governed by laws as real as the laws of gravity. The rule of Quest Physics goes something like this: If you're brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting which can be anything from your house to bitter, old resentments and set out on a truth-seeking journey either externally or internally and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher and if you are prepared, most of all to face and forgive some very difficult realities about yourself then the truth will not be withheld from you. Felipe? I can't help but believe it, given my experience.
I find that people make Los Angeles their home for one of two reasons. Either they're running from something or looking for something. So ask yourself... Which is it? Running or looking?
You leave me wanting
Oh tell me where'd you go
Don't be invisible
Cause I am reaching
— Now, do you have a map? Of the house. Do you have a map? Because I'm not going to be able to find my way in the dark. You see, at midnight, I'm going to leave my wing and I'm going to come find you. And I'm going to turn the handle of your bedroom door without making a sound and none of the maids will know.
— You don't know maids.
— They hear a pin drop?
— If there's a man in the house, they listen. They take turns.
— So, let them listen.