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

It makes sense that no one else can cause you pain. That’s your job.

When they attack you and you notice that you love them with all your heart, your Work is done.

Whatever it takes for you to find your freedom, that’s what you’ve lived.

The opening to reality, as it really is, is beauty.

Love is action. It’s clear, it’s kind, it’s effortless, and it’s irresistible.

No one has ever been angry at another human being-we’re only angry at our story of them.

Forgiveness is discovering that what you thought happened, didn’t.

Everyone is a mirror image of yourself-your own thinking coming back to you.

It’s good that it hurts. Pain is the signal that you’re confused, that you’re in a lie.

The world is nothing but my perception of it. I see only through myself. I hear only through the filter of my story.

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.

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.

I have read descriptions of Paradise that would make any sensible person stop wanting to go there.

Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.

I greatly enjoyed the Hawaiian Islands. They are a real little paradise in spite of the influx of Americans who have made it one of their most pleasant ‘centers of resort’.

Santa Barbara is a paradise; Disneyland is a paradise; the U.S. is a paradise. Paradise is just paradise. Mournful, monotonous, and superficial though it may be, it is paradise. There is no other.

The myths have always condemned those who ‘looked back.’ Condemned them, whatever the paradise may have been which they were leaving. Hence this shadow over each departure from your decision.

Hawai’i is not truly the idyllic paradise of popular songs–islands of love and tranquility, where nothing bad ever happens.

There is a kind of serenity in love which is almost a paradise.

I could witness that as a result of Ahmadinejad, they lived in a dream. They believed that paradise is around the corner and that all their demands shall be met.