“I’m not interested in being a lover. I’m interested in only being love.”

When the heart is open, it’s easier for the mind to be turned toward God.

Relationships only work in a spiritual sense when you and I really see that we are one.

It’s only when caterpillarness is done that one becomes a butterfly. That again is part of this paradox. You cannot rip away caterpillarness. The whole trip occurs in an unfolding process of which we have no control.

When your center is firm, when your faith is strong and unwavering, then it will not matter what company you keep.

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.

As soon as we react, we become slaves. A man blames me, and I immediately react in the form of anger. A little vibration which he created made me a slave.

Martyrdom does not end something, it only a beginning.

Management is doing things right; leadership is doing the right things.

Against my will I stand beside my own reflection.

The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. Thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.

All I want to do, is be more like me, and less like you.

The most important thing in communication is to hear what isn’t being said.

How can I study from below, that which is above?