“We walk through fires only to sulk in the ashes.”

If the sky was my canvas I’d paint it with a portrait of you.

Brave is he who has a thousand wounds and still wants to heal the world.

Lean on me you give me, the strength to move mountains.

This world is a disgrace no regret for the human race.

Plant the seeds of love and in time fruits will blossom.

It takes a lot of strength to speak the truth in a world built on lies.

We lost sanity in vanity chaos breeds insanity.

If you can’t help them grow let them flourish alone.

Get lost, just not in my eyes.

Slowly but surely forever is becoming my favorite lie.

Many mirrors would shatter if they were able to reflect the images of our hearts.

Content is the key that unlocks bliss.

He who says the least speaks the most.

I forgive you for not knowing your worth – letter to self.

Tired of being tired burnt out from putting our fires.

Seek out souls who soothe your own.

A monk mind practices detachment. We realize that everything—from our houses to our families—is borrowed.

What vice could be worse than covetousness? What is more sinful than slander? For one who is truthful, what need is there for austerity? For one who has a clean heart, what is the need for pilgrimage?

If we sit deep in meditation, the glow within the body will brighten, and will expand and spread outside. That is Devi Puja.

You can’t expect love to be perfect when people aren’t.

The more we define ourselves in relation to the people around us, the more lost we are.

Anyone can find the dirt in someone. Be the one that finds the gold.

This life is a gift and we live it with regret.

We cannot become what we need by remaining what we are.