“Never trust a spiritual leader who cannot dance.”

Cancers of the Mind: Comparing, Complaining, Criticizing.

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

Tracking my fear of exam results and the other branch fears that appeared led me to the root: fearing I couldn’t make my parents happy

Your dharma has to fill a need in the world

You don’t get to be a jerk just because you’re skilled.

Our values are influenced by whatever absorbs our minds.

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.

Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.

The idea of dancing is the only thing that scares me.

In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances.

The fight is won or lost far away from the witnesses, behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road; long before I dance under those lights.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing.

The less you eat, drink and read books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorize, sing, paint, fence, etc.

He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.