“Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.”

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.

If you know what changes a heart, you know what changes the world.

I’ve come to trust not that events will always unfold exactly as I want, but that I will be fine either way. The challenges we face in life are always lessons that serve our soul’s growth.

Everything we do is either an act of love or a cry for help.

Love, when it is a sacred quest, is a space of resurrection and repair. It does more than help us survive a soulless world; it helps us to transform.

Magic happens when you tell the universe what you want it to do for you; miracles happen when you ask how you can be of service to the universe.

Each of us has a unique part to play in the healing of the world.

Your life shows up for you when you show up for your life.

I have lived enough to know great things will unfold for me externally only if I allow them to unfold for me internally.

The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and the acceptance of love.

Inner peace doesn’t come from getting what we want, but from remembering who we are.

In every community, there is work to be done. In every nation, there are wounds to heal. In every heart, there is the power to do it.

Every bird that sings, sings for you. Every breeze that blows, blows for you. Every sunray shines for you. If you only knew how loved you are.

Prepare for the new; expect the new; embrace the new. Otherwise, you’ll just repeat what’s old.

We are not here to fix, change or belittle another person. We are here to support, forgive and heal one another.

Just like a sunbeam can’t separate itself from the sun, and a wave can’t separate itself from the ocean, we can’t separate ourselves from one another. We are all part of a vast sea of love, one indivisible divine mind.

Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.

Whenever I hear people discussing birth control, I always remember that I was fifth.

When I was born, I was effectively dead. Weird, I know. The doctors couldn’t get any reaction from me, so I had to be brought round, and although it seemed like I was okay, there were underlying problems.

Every man should be born again on the first day of January. Start with a fresh page

Where you have come from is why you are going places.

Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous – to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.

I just don’t care what people have to say. I keep pushing toward what I want. It’s just how I am. I don’t know where I got it from.

Every writer knows that unless you were born gifted with either supreme confidence or outsize ego, handing in your work holds, in some cases, admitted terror. If that’s too strong, at least fairly high anxiety.