“Until you can love what is – everything, including the apparent violence and craziness – you’re separate from the world, and you’ll see it as dangerous and frightening.”

Thinking that people are supposed to do or be anything other than what they are is like saying that the tree over there should be the sky. I investigated that and found freedom.

When we believe in our thoughts, when we tell ourselves a story, we suffer. ‘My husband doesn’t respect me.’ ‘I should be thinner.’ Those are stories. When there’s no story, there’s no suffering.

The nature of mind is that it loves everything once it loves itself, just as it opposes everything when it opposes itself.

Peace doesn’t require two people; it requires only one. It has to be you. The problem begins and ends there.

Questioning our stressful thoughts, we come to see they’re not true.

Thoughts are just what is. They appear. They’re innocent. They’re not personal.

I love what I think, and I’m never tempted to believe it.

We’re all looking for love, in our confusion, until we find our way back to the realization that love is what we already are.

When you believe that your problem is caused by someone or something else, you become your own victim.

Happiness is the natural state for someone who knows that there’s nothing to know.

If people are living their lives for security and comfort and pleasure, then mind’s every waking moment will be plotting those things. That’s how it stays identified – as a body, as a you.

It’s quite an amazing experience to see the same life with and without the thought. We come to see how crazy a thought can make us when we believe it.

We may appear to be mean but we’re really only frightened.

Spare yourself from seeking love, approval, or appreciation-from anyone. And watch what happens in reality, just for fun.

I have had the privilege of losing everything.

God, as I use the word, is another name for what is. I always know God’s intention: It’s exactly what is in every moment.

Intellectual activity is a danger to the building of character.

Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.

The most dangerous thing in the world is to make a friend of an Englishman, because he’ll come sleep in your closet rather than spend 10 shillings on a hotel.

Pain or love or danger makes you real again.

The speed is something dangerous but very exciting.

The fantastic advances in the field of electronic communication constitute a greater danger to the privacy of the individual.

I tell the truth. And I know what I’m talking about. That’s why I’m a threat.

In estimating the adversities of life, we would seldom have much reason to complain of the evils we suffer, did we understand the dangers we daily escape.