“Every bird that sings, sings for you. Every breeze that blows, blows for you. Every sunray shines for you. If you only knew how loved you are.”

Withholding love is a form of self-sabotage, as what we withhold from others we are withholding from ourselves.

Life is a book that never ends. Chapters close, but not the book itself. The end of one physical incarnation is like the end of a chapter, on some level setting up the beginning of another.

We do not heal the past by dwelling there. We heal the past by living in the present.

When a woman rises up in glory, her energy is magnetic and her sense of possibility contagious.

Thought is cause: experience is effect. If you don’t like the effects in your life, you have to change the nature of your thinking.

Your future isn’t programmed by your past; it’s programmed by your thoughts.

Your character defects are not where you’re bad, but where you’re wounded. But no matter who or what causes the wound, it’s yours now and you’re responsible for it.

Consider the possibility of infinite possibility.

Children are happy because they don’t have a file in their minds called “All the Things That Could Go Wrong.

For every person who might reject you if you live your truth, there are ten others who will embrace you and welcome you home.

Forgiveness is the choice to see people as they are now. When we’re mad at people, we’re angry because of something they said or did before this moment. By letting go of the past, we make room for miracles to replace our grievances.

Speak from your mind and people will hear you with their mind. Speak from your heart and people will hear you with their heart.

The only way the past can drag you back is if you choose to bring it with you into the present.

Part of forgiving people is releasing them from our own agendas.

A tulip doesn’t strive to impress anyone. It doesn’t struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn’t have to. It is different. And there’s room in the garden for every flower.

Behind every fear, there is a miracle waiting.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

[As a young man ] I came to the conclusion that the church was just a bunch of fascists that supported Franco. I stopped going on Sunday mornings and watched the birds with my father instead.

If you lose an opportunity you will be like one who lets the bird fly away; you will never get it back.

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.

You can put wings on a pig, but you don’t make it an eagle.

It was terribly beautiful to Tess today, for since her eyes last fell upon it she had learnt that the serpent hisses where the sweet birds sing.

You can cage the songbird, but you can’t make her sing. And you can trap the free bird, but you’ll have to clip her wings.

Blessed be the Lord for the beauty of summer and spring, for the air, the water, the verdure, and the song of birds.