“If you knew how important you are, you would fragment into a billion pieces and just be light.”

That’s what every uncomfortable feeling is for-that’s what pain is for, what money is for, what everything in the world is for: your self-realization.

The only difference between heaven and hell is believing a thought.

You move totally away from reality when you believe that there is a legitimate reason to suffer”.

So there’s only transcendence in the moment. Nobody can be transcended forever. That’s why I say, “Who cares if you’re enlightened forever?”

Life just happens. It’s what you’re believing about life that makes you suffer.

That’s the purpose of stress. It’s a friend. It’s an alarm clock, built in to let you know that it’s time to do The Work.

The only way I can be angry at you is when I have thought, said, or done something that is unkind in my own opinion.

When you say or do anything to please, get, keep, influence, or control anyone or anything, fear is the cause and pain is the result.

The mind usually says, “I know, I know, I know.” But the “don’t-know mind” is where wisdom lives.

When we’re not defending and justifying, and we’re being very still, our answers can and do shock us.

Any thought of discomfort or stress is an alarm that lets you know you’re believing an untrue thought.

It’s difficult to seek other people’s love. It’s deadly. In seeking it you lose what is genuine. This is the prison we create for ourselves as we seek what we already have.

Nothing outside you can ever give you what you’re looking for.

Who would you be without the thought that happiness depends on someone else?

After you’ve been doing inquiry for a while, if you have the thought “She doesn’t love me,” you just get the immediate turnaround with a smile: “Oh, I’m not loving myself in this moment.”

My experience is that the teachers we need most are the people we’re living with right now.

Your love left me simultaneously whole and in pieces.

I realized it was really love when I was living to break myself into a million pieces just to make you whole.

Never mess with a poets heart for they know how to turn broken pieces in a written masterpiece of art.

We left pieces of ourselves in each other.

Will you be stubborn, full of patience. When all around you rush? Today you built a piece of your future. Will it ever be enough?

He took the pieces of my broken heart and turned them into a mosaic for his own viewing pleasure.

Piece by piece we rebuild the moon each night.

I know a lot of people look up to the sky to talk to God, but not me. I am searching for my pieces in the blue ocean above the mountains.