“One of your biggest lessons so far in life has been to learn to forgive myself over and over again and not to be so harsh with myself.”

This is what I do to keep my head screwed on semi-straight and keep my heart open. Whenever I sing, that’s why I sing. Whether it’s at the Grammys, whether it’s in the bathroom, whether it’s in front of 10,000 people or three people, by my guru’s grace, my head stays in that place.

Love is what we are; we don’t get it from somebody, we can’t give it to anybody, we can’t fall in it or fall out of it. Love is our true Being.

The heart in us is deeper than any emotion or psychological issue.

On the Path, it’s impossible to know how you are doing because it’s the judger who is disappearing.

It takes two to tango! I need everybody to sing with me.

I knew that if I did not start chanting with people, that I would never be able to clean out the dark corners of my own heart. I knew it with every cell in my body and mind.

When you fall in love, nobody has to tell you. You know what you feel.

The heart is like a mirror. When we dust it off, we are able to see ourselves. The dust is all our stuff – guilt, anger – this stuff is reflected back to us. Practice removes the dust from the mirror of our hearts.

It’s inexplicable why somebody can lose a leg and it doesn’t effect them at all emotionally; and another person can lose a foot and be destroyed for the rest of their lives.

Don’t wait for a Guru. Your life is your Guru.

Surrender happens by Grace. All we’re doing is cleaning up the room so when Surrender walks in, He can sit down.

Don’t give up on your dreams. You can become the person you know you really are.

Bliss is easy, just take a drug. What is hard is feeling good about our real selves.

Even if somebody tells us something, the hit, the light goes on inside of us, not out there. We learn and understand everything within ourselves.

I chant to save my heart. Every time I sit down, that’s what I’m doing.

Let’s just chant and be good people, alright?

Sternly, remorselessly, fate guides each of us; only at the beginning, when we’re absorbed in details, in all sorts of nonsense, in ourselves, are we unaware of its harsh hand.

Injustice wears ever the same harsh face wherever it shows itself.

No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, who’s made the master of his destiny.

The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.

He had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetness of spirit did not exist.

Come in, my dear from that harsh world that has rained elements of stone upon your tender face. Every soul should receive a toast from us for bravery!

To pardon the oppressor is to deal harshly with the oppressed.

The berries of her love bleed, wilt and get scorched with the harshness of pain that is masked by smile.