“The heart surrenders everything to the moment. The mind judges and holds back.”

We’re here to awaken from the illusion of separateness

If you think you are enlightened; go home for Thanksgiving.

As soon as you give it all up you can have it all

You may protest if you can love the person you are protesting against as much as you love yourself.

Who in all his works sees God, in truth he goes to God.

By acting compassionately, by helping to restore justice and to encourage peace, we are acknowledging that we are all part of one another.

Once you have drunk from the water of unconditional love, no other well can satisfy your thirst. The pangs of separation may become so intense that seeking the affection of the Beloved becomes an obsession.

The next message you need is always right where you are.

I see my life as an unfolding set of opportunities to awaken.

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

We’re being trained through our incarnations–trained to seek love, trained to seek light, trained to see the grace in suffering.

Our rational minds can never understand what has happened, but our hearts, if we can keep them open to God, will find their own intuitive way.

It’s very different because the Indians live as if they are their souls and Americans live as if they are their egos.

Compassion refers to the arising in the heart of the desire to relieve the suffering of all beings.

If you observe well, your own heart will answer.

Healing does not mean going back to the way things were before, but rather allowing what is now to move us closer to God.

If it is a mistake of the head and not the heart don’t worry about it, that’s the way we learn.

You love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.

She is beautiful contraction; a fragile heart with indestructible love.

The censor’s sword pierces deeply into the heart of free expression.

No created mind, no created heart, no human force is capable of knowing how much love the Heart of Mary had for the Lord.

You want war. I want love. That’s the difference between your heart and mine.

Oh my darling, you mustn’t fill up on memories alone, there is heartache and regret yet to be served.

In mid-life the man wants to see how irresistible he still is to younger women. How they turn their hearts to stone and more or less commit a murder of their marriage I just don’t know, but they do.