“Listen to me, my Friend! My beloved Lord is within.”

The savor of wandering in the ocean of deathless life has rid me of all my asking: As the tree is in the seed, so all diseases are in this asking.

The fish in the water that is thirsty needs serious professional counseling.

One love it is that pervades the whole world, few there are who know it fully: They are blind who hope to see it by the light of reason, that reason which is the cause of separation – The house of reason is very far away!

I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty. You wander restlessly from forest to forest while the Reality is within your own dwelling.

Go over and over your beads, paint weird designs on your forehead, wear your hear matted, long, and ostentatious, but when deep inside you there is a loaded gun, how can you have God?

The instruction of the foolish is a waste of knowledge; soap cannot wash charcoal white.

Just throw away all thoughts of imaginary things, and stand firm in that which you are.

I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty. You don’t grasp the fact that what is most alive of all is inside your own house; and so you walk from one holy city to the next with a confused look!

Be strong then, and enter into your own body; there you have a solid place for your feet. Think about it carefully! Don’t go off somewhere else! just throw away all thoughts of imaginary things, and stand firm in that which you are.

The river that flows in you also flows in me.

For millions of years you have slept. This morning, will you not wake?

There is no river at all, and no boat, and no boatman. There is not even a rope to tow the boat, and no one to pull it. There is no earth, no sky, no time, no thing, no shore, no ford!

Listen, my friend. He who loves understands.

If you make love with the divine now, in the next life you will have the face of satisfied desire.

Lift the veil that obscures the heart, and there you will find what you are looking for.

The world will die, but I shall not die.If God dies, then I will die;If he does not die, then why should I die?

If you listen long enough you can hear my skin grow tough love is painful to the touch must be made of stronger stuff.

People talking without speaking, People listening without hearing, Sounds of Silence.

A hundred years from now, people will listen to the music of the Beatles the same way we listen to Mozart.

When I listen to what I did under the influence – 10 years of work – I don’t think it either enhanced or impaired me. It didn’t have that much to do with it.

I was in awe sometimes listening to Mick Taylor . Everything was there in his playing – the melodic touch, a beautiful sustain and a way of reading a song.

I feel I should try to reveal. When you hit it right, you produce an emotional response in the listener that can be cathartic. When you’re wrong, you’re soppy, sentimental.

I listen to most everything that’s out there because I need to stay aware of what’s happening in the industry.

I thought I’d spent too much of my life listening for some damn man – for my father and now for my husband.