“When we’re not defending and justifying, and we’re being very still, our answers can and do shock us.”

Your suffering is never caused by the person you’re blaming.

You either believe what you think or you question it. There’s no other choice.

You would be amazed at who people are once you know yourself.

What you’re believing in the moment creates your suffering or your happiness.

This is the time. This is the place. This is the vastness. Right here is paradise. Always. Always.

It doesn´t come later. Everything you´re supposed to do is here right now.

It’s for each of us to look at what we really do believe – what our belief system really consists of.

You don’t experience anxiety unless you’re attached to a thought that isn’t true for you. It’s that simple.

No-one can disappoint you, only your thoughts about them can.

We suffer only until we realize that we can’t know anything.

Any stressful thought that you have about the planet, for example, shows you where you are stuck, where your energy is being exhausted in not fully meeting life as it is, without conditions.

Placing the blame or judgment on someone else leaves you powerless to change your experience; taking responsibility for your beliefs and judgments gives you the power to change them.

There is nothing that isn’t true if you believe it; and nothing is true, believe it or not.

Suffering over things that have happened to us is nothing more than an argument with the past.

When you think that someone or something other than yourself needs to change, you’re mentally out of your business.

I’m most inspired whenever I hear of even the smallest act of human kindness.

I can’t answer either question. But the look she gives me reminds me of the look in the attack dog’s eyes in the aptitude test – a vicious, predatory stare. She wants to rip me to pieces. I can’t lie down in submission now. I have become an attack dog too.

Don’t make me regret this” i said, breathless. ” you haven’t regretted me once”. He kissed me, and i answered so hungrily i thought my lips would bruise. Patch&nora ( p. 180)

Indeed the measure of our intellectual maturity, one philosopher suggests, is our capacity to feel less and less satisfied with our answers to better problems.

What is the other text, the original? I have no answer. I suppose it is the source, the deep sea where ideas swim, and one catches them in nets of words and swings them shining into the boat… where in this metaphor they die and get canned and eaten in sandwiches.

One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.

My work stops at publication. If the books don’t contain in themselves their reasons for being – questions and answers – it means I was wrong to have them published.

When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.

People ask me about what sacrifices I’ve made. I always answer: I’ve made no sacrifices, I’ve made choices.