“Time is our present breath.”

We will come to understand that everything in the world is our teacher.

When we gain some understanding we need to chew on it again so that we see it for ourselves with certainty: paccattam.

Happiness and suffering do not depend on being poor or rich, they depend on having the right or wrong understanding in our mind.

Steady practice is keeping mindful in every posture, whether sitting, walking, standing or lying down.

To give up doing evil is more important than making merit.

The ladle is in the soup pot every day, but it doesn’t know the taste of the soup. You must reflect and meditate.

These days people don’t search for the Truth. People study simply in order to find knowledge necessary to make a living.

Isn’t it wonderful how the sky can take that dirty water and change it into pure, clean water? Your mind can do the same with your defilements if you let it.

People go through life blindly, ignoring death like revellers at a party feasting on fine foods. They ignore that later they will have to go to the toilet, so they do not bother to find out where there is one.

If you let go completely you will have complete peace.

No. It’s simply a thorn. It doesn’t give suffering to anybody. If we step on it, we suffer immediately.

Letting go a little brings a little peace. Letting go a lot brings a lot of peace. Letting go completely brings complete peace.

If it isn’t good, let it die. If it doesn’t die, make it good.

If you let go a lot you will have a lot of happiness. If you let go completely you will be free.

Whatever he taught, we should practise it. Only bowing to him is not enough. We need to renounce, give up, stop, so that we may see the Buddha.

One day some people came to the master and asked: How can you be happy in a world of such impermanence, where you cannot protect your loved ones from harm, illness or death?

I kissed him, trying to bring him back. I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and the tears from my eyes became salt on his skin, and I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive, perpetual.

I couldn’t look at you and breath at the same time.

Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. “boys take not everywhere: that was a kiss.

Dont panic, i thought. But already my breathing was faster, shallower. You mean you can feel happy or sad or desire. A barely-there smile.

I think,” Tehanu said in her soft, strange voice, “that when I die, I can breathe back the breath that made me live.

Nice creepy reptile,” Frank said, very aware of the driftwood in his coat pocket. “Nice poisonous, fire-breathing reptile.

I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought.

A line is length without breadth.