“We can’t stop our parents from dying, but we use the fear to remind us to spend more time with them.”

I am happy about who I am becoming. I am open to all opportunities and possibilities. I am worthy of real love. I am ready to serve with all I have.

Our search is never for a thing, but for the feeling we think the thing will give us.

Life’s too short to live without purpose, to lose our chance to serve, to let our dreams and aspirations die with us.

Everything you do is your spiritual life.

Yesterday is but a dream. Tomorrow is only a vision. But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness, and every tomorrow a vision of hope.

When we accept the temporary nature of everything in our lives, we can feel gratitude for the good fortune of getting to borrow them for a time.

We don’t have to do everything, that we can’t do everything, that what I can’t do is someone else’s gift and responsibility. My limitations make space for the gifts of other people

You are not your success or your failure.

Being present is the only way to live a truly rich and full life.

Do not give your attention to what others do or fail to do; give it to what you do or fail to do.

Criticizing someone else’s work ethic doesn’t make you work harder.

When someone hurts you, it’s because they’re hurt. Their hurt is simply spilling over. They need help.

Negativity is a trait, not someone’s identity.

When the fear of staying the same outweighs the fear of change, that is when we change

A layperson who is consciously aiming to be continuously alive in the Now is a monk.

Finally, get involved in something that’s meaningful to you—a hobby, a charity, a political cause.

living for a high purpose is as honorable as dying for it.

My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight

Light confirms my reality, gives birth to my form…without light I am not only invisible but formless as well; and to be unaware of one’s form is to live a death…the truth is the light and light is the truth.

…women who ‘adjust’ as housewives, who grow up wanting to be ‘just a housewife,’ are in as much danger as the millions who walked to their own death in the concentration camps…they ate suffering a slow death of mind and spirit.

I can’t read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.

The most mighty of nature’s laws is this, that out of Death she brings Life.

Old age is always wakeful; as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death.

Weep not for me. Rather let your tears flow for the sorrows of the multitude. My work is done. Like a ripe fruit I admit the gathering. Death has no terrors for it is a wise law of nature. I am ready whenever the summons may come.