“Most of your suffering comes from the lack of understanding of yourself and others.”

Anger is like a storm rising up from the bottom of your consciousness. When you feel it coming, turn your focus to your breath.

There is the mud, and there is the lotus that grows out of the mud. We need the mud in order to make the lotus.

Only the present moment contains life.

Because of your smile, you make life more beautiful.

Because you are alive, everything is possible.

Smile, breathe and go slowly.

The greatest of all miracles is to be alive.

The way must be in you; the destination also must be in you and not somewhere else in space or time. If that kind of self-transformation is being realized in you, you will arrive.

Without being peace, we cannot do anything for peace. If we cannot smile, we cannot help other people to smile. If we are not peaceful, then we cannot contribute to the peace movement.

Without being peace, we cannot do anything for peace. If we cannot smile, we cannot help other people to smile. If we are not peaceful, then we cannot contribute to the peace movement.

For things to reveal themselves to us, we need to be ready to abandon our views about them.

Go back and take care of yourself. Your body needs you, your feelings need you, your perceptions need you. Your suffering needs you to acknowledge it. Go home and be there for all these things.

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.

Without suffering, you have no way to learn how to be understanding and compassionate.

My actions are my only true belongings.

Hope is important because it can make the present moment less difficult to bear. If we believe that tomorrow will be better, we can bear a hardship today.

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.

Sometimes the best way to say something is to say nothing at all.

The greater the silence, the greater meaning it carries. The greater crowded, the greater loneliness. The greater love, the greater pain.

All I wanted was to break your walls, all you wanted was to break me

One day, you’ll leave. And my heart will close like a weeping ipomoea never to open again.

The hardest goodbyes are the ones you never got to say.

Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins that may buy you just a moment of pleasure, But then drag you for days like a broken man behind a farting camel.

We parted sadly, like children in the street on a pleasant june afternoon.