“As long as you find something beautiful, good, and true to believe in and abide by, you have the equivalent of God in your life.”

Human beings are not our enemy. Our enemy is not the other person. Our enemy is the violence, ignorance, and injustice in us and in the other person.

The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.

Life is a miracle, and being aware of simply this can already make us very happy.

The past is gone, the future is not yet here, and if we do not go back to ourselves in the present moment, we cannot be in touch with life.

In true dialogue, both sides are willing to change.

If you love someone but rarely make yourself available to him or her, that is not true love.

The desire to be a free person is very worthwhile. To be free means you are no longer the victim of fear, anger, craving, or suspicion.

At any moment, you have a choice, that either leads you closer to your spirit or further away from it.

Nonviolent action, born of the awareness of suffering and nurtured by love, is the most effective way to confront adversity.

If you think that peace and happiness are somewhere else and you run after them, you will never arrive.

A true partner or friend is one who encourages you to look deep inside yourself for the beauty and love you’ve been seeking.

We have more possibilities available in each moment than we realize.

Enlightenment is always there. Small enlightenment will bring great enlightenment. If you breathe in and are aware that you are alive – that you can touch the miracle of being alive – then that is a kind of enlightenment.

We are here to awaken from our illusion of separateness.

You cannot transmit wisdom and insight to another person. The seed is already there. A good teacher touches the seed, allowing it to wake up, to sprout, and to grow.

Every thought you produce, anything you say, any action you do, it bears your signature.

Her soul absorbs all beauty in nature and then reflects all within.

Beautification of the soul over decoration of the body.

My experiences remind me that it’s those black clouds that make the blue skies even more beautiful.

The sun has risen, its beautiful and so are you.

The mirror to the beautiful is beautiful.

Memories beautify life, but the capacity to forget makes it bearable.

I was the kind nobody thought could make it. I had a funny Boston accent. I couldn’t pronounce my R’s. I wasn’t a beauty.

Solitude produces originality, bold and astonishing beauty, poetry. But solitude also produces perverseness, the disproportianate, the absurd and the forbidden.