“All of a sudden the progress will stop one day, and you will find yourself, as it were, stranded. Persevere. All progress proceeds by such rise and fall. —Vivekananda”

When the heart is open, it’s easier for the mind to be turned toward God.

Relationships only work in a spiritual sense when you and I really see that we are one.

It’s only when caterpillarness is done that one becomes a butterfly. That again is part of this paradox. You cannot rip away caterpillarness. The whole trip occurs in an unfolding process of which we have no control.

When your center is firm, when your faith is strong and unwavering, then it will not matter what company you keep.

Inspiration is God making contact with itself.

We’re all just walking each other home.

As long as you have certain desires about how it ought to be you can’t see how it is.

Now is now. Are you going to be here or not?

It’s very hard to grow because it’s difficult to let go of the models of ourselves in which we’ve invested so heavily.

In our relationships, how much can we allow them to become new, and how much do we cling to what they used to be yesterday?

Learn to watch your drama unfold while at the same time knowing you are more than your drama.

The most exquisite paradox, as soon as you give it all up, you can have it all. As long as you want power, you can’t have it. The minute you don’t want power, you’ll have more than you ever dreamed possible.

The spiritual journey is individual, highly personal. It can’t be organized or regulated. It isn’t true that everybody should follow any one path. Listen to your own truth.

All acts of healing are ultimately our selves healing our Self.

When we see the Beloved in each person, it’s like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us.

To him who has had the experience no explanation is necessary, to him who has not, none is possible.

From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.

We fell in love because we were both summer souls.

Between the adored and the adorer falls the shadow.

You concede nothing to me and I have to concede everything to you.

I fell in love with the way you wanted more.

Another mode of accumulating power arises from lifting a weight and then allowing it to fall.

O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne’er be found!

And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.