“Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really 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.

The reason that chefs become chefs is that they’re not allowed into rooms with windows.

Whatever is not forbidden is permitted.

I like to think that we’ve got a plan, so let’s stick to it. That said, once we’ve stuck to it, we’re allowed as much improvisation as anyone cares to indulge themselves in.

What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.

If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.

The truth is I would drown In your depths if you’d let me.

I refuse to let adversity allow me to be average.

There should be three days a week when no one is allowed to say: ‘What’s your sign?’ Violators would have their copies of Kahlil Gibran confiscated.