“If you get the inside right, the outside will fall into place. Primary reality is within; secondary reality without.”

This, too, will pass.

All true artists, whether they know it or not, create from a place of no-mind, from inner stillness.

Don’t Seek Happiness. If you seek it, you won’t find it, because seeking is the antithesis of happiness.

The more you are focused on time – past and future – the more you miss the Now, the most precious thing there is.

Living up to an image that you have of yourself or that other people have of you is inauthentic living.

Being must be felt. It can’t be thought.

Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it.

All the things that truly matter, beauty, love, creativity, joy and inner peace arise from beyond the mind.

Pleasure is always derived from something outside you, whereas joy arises from within.

Life is the dancer and you are the dance.

Worry pretends to be necessary but serves no useful purpose.

If not now, when?

You find peace not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level.

The past has no power over the present moment.

Sometimes letting things go is an act of far greater power than defending or hanging on.

Accept – then act. Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it. Always work with it, not against it.

How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.

It’s not that she’s afraid to fall in love, she’s just afraid to be the only one who falls.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

That’s why love is so inseparable from any talk about truth and death, because we know that love is fundamentally a death of an old self that was isolated and the emergence of a new self now entangled with another self, the self that you fall in love with.

Nowhere else than upon the sea do the days, weeks, and months fall away quicker into the past. They seem to be left astern as easily as the light air-bubbles in the swirls of the ship’s wake.

Because I will never let you fall asleep wondering if you’re enough.

Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.

For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.