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

To exclude anything that appears in your universe is not love. Love joins with everything. It doesn’t exclude the monster. It doesn’t avoid the nightmare – it looks forward to it.

It’s not the problem that causes our suffering; it’s our thinking about the problem.

We begin to not be human, as we’ve known it, any longer. But to be just creative minds and action, whereas right now we’re confused minds and actions, and our environment mirrors that back to us.

It makes sense that no one else can cause you pain. That’s your job.

When they attack you and you notice that you love them with all your heart, your Work is done.

Whatever it takes for you to find your freedom, that’s what you’ve lived.

The opening to reality, as it really is, is beauty.

Love is action. It’s clear, it’s kind, it’s effortless, and it’s irresistible.

No one has ever been angry at another human being-we’re only angry at our story of them.

Forgiveness is discovering that what you thought happened, didn’t.

Everyone is a mirror image of yourself-your own thinking coming back to you.

It’s good that it hurts. Pain is the signal that you’re confused, that you’re in a lie.

The world is nothing but my perception of it. I see only through myself. I hear only through the filter of my story.

Your suffering is never caused by the person you’re blaming.

You either believe what you think or you question it. There’s no other choice.

You would be amazed at who people are once you know yourself.

God answers prayers, but he doesn’t always answer it your way.

You don’t want a million answers as much as you want a few forever questions.

Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in a while and watch your answers change.

I answer only to God.

If a man urge me to tell wherefore I loved him, I feel it cannot be expressed but by answering: Because it was he, because it was myself.

I answered the voice that I was a poor girl who knew nothing of riding and warfare.

Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.

You talk to me in riddles, I will answer you in rhyme. I loved you for a little- I will love you for all time.