“If you realized how beautiful you are, you would fall at your own feet.”

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.

Put your stressful thoughts on paper, question them, and have a great life.

The whole world is simply my story, projected back to me on the screen of my own perception. All of it.

I stopped waiting for the world to give me what I wanted; I started giving it to myself.

Our job is unconditional love. The job of everyone else in our life is to push our buttons.

Place only your kindest thoughts on everything you experience today. Meet yourself.

The pain shows you what’s left to investigate.

Being present means living without control and always having your needs met.

Mind changes, and as a result, the world changes. A clear mind heals everything that needs to be healed.

The last story: God is everything, God is good.

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

I am never unhappy, you can achieve that as well.

This weight of embarrassment came over me, and I felt like I was sweating from my spine out. But I realized, ‘Okay, that happened, and I did not die.’ You’ve got to experience failure to understand that you can survive it.

If you can’t feel, why did you kiss me?” patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. “because i feel it here, in my heart,” he said quietly.

A giant vulture with a girl hanging from its feet tends to attract attention.

But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!

If a hundred-foot oak tree had the mind of a human, it would only grow to be ten feet tall!

My feet ain’t got nothing to do with my nickname, but when folks get it in their heads that a feller’s got big feet, soon the feet start looking big.

Because I’m small, I’ve been called things from ‘Happy Feet’ to ‘Little Face.’

A lumberman will look at a forest and see so many board feet of lumber. I see a living city.