“The secret isn’t that you’re not being told. The secret is that you’re not able to hear.”

Inspiration is God making contact with itself.

We’re all just walking each other home.

As long as you have certain desires about how it ought to be you can’t see how it is.

Now is now. Are you going to be here or not?

It’s very hard to grow because it’s difficult to let go of the models of ourselves in which we’ve invested so heavily.

In our relationships, how much can we allow them to become new, and how much do we cling to what they used to be yesterday?

Learn to watch your drama unfold while at the same time knowing you are more than your drama.

The most exquisite paradox, as soon as you give it all up, you can have it all. As long as you want power, you can’t have it. The minute you don’t want power, you’ll have more than you ever dreamed possible.

The spiritual journey is individual, highly personal. It can’t be organized or regulated. It isn’t true that everybody should follow any one path. Listen to your own truth.

All acts of healing are ultimately our selves healing our Self.

When we see the Beloved in each person, it’s like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us.

To him who has had the experience no explanation is necessary, to him who has not, none is possible.

Information is just bits of data. Knowledge is putting them together. Wisdom is transcending them.

You two are together in the stars, but not in this world, in this life.

What we’re seeing out there is the projection of where we’re at-the projection of the clingings of our minds.

There’s much more in any given moment than we usually perceive, and that we ourselves are much more than we usually perceive. When you know that, part of you can stand outside the drama of your life.

Sometimes I wonder. Do we know anyone truly? Like for REAL?

The less people know about you, the more you understand how beautiful life is. It’s good when you exist only on screen. I don’t want them to take me home. I love to have my privacy.

Wonder and not any expectation of advantage from its discoveries, is the first principle which prompts mankind to the study of Philosophy, of that science which pretends to lay open the concealed connections that unite the various appearances of nature.

When I come into a tournament, I’m expecting to win. That’s my philosophy. I can’t go to a tournament thinking, ‘I’m going to get my ass kicked today, so I might as well leave.’

If everything was going smoothly you would never build character.

We are all marks of condensation on polished glass; steadily fading away.

Do we only love the things we lose?

Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.