If we are not fully ourselves, truly in the present moment, we miss everything.

Because you are alive, everything is possible.

The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.

Silence is essential. We need silence just as much as we need air, just as much as plants need light. If our minds are crowded with words and thoughts, there is no space for us.

Around us, life bursts with miracles, a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops.

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.

It is not impermanence that makes us suffer. What makes us suffer is wanting things to be permanent when they are not.

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

Thanks to impermanence, everything is possible.

The quality of our life depends on the quality of the seeds that lie deep in our consciousness.

Breathing in, I calm body and mind. Breathing out, I smile. Dwelling in the present moment I know this is the only moment.

Part of being a conscious human being, is having an intention. And if you put an intention into whatever you do, it’s definitely going to be more satisfying in the end

We have different kinds of intimacy with many, many people. I'm disappointed by well-written novels that only deal with two or three people.

Mental events such as perceivings, rememberings, decisions, and actions resist capture in the net of physical theory.

The only truly alien planet is Earth.

I said that the oceans were sick but they're not going to die. There is no death possible in the oceans - there will always be life - but they're getting sicker every year.

The economic, social and cultural progress of a nation depends on citizens counting for more and having more rights.

Central heating, French rubber goods and cookbooks are three amazing proofs of man's ingenuity in transforming necessity into art, and, of these, cookbooks are perhaps most lastingly delightful.

I love the cameras and don't mind mailing in my check when I fail to pay attention and go too fast.

Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.

When your blood is found at the murder scene, that's the end of the ball game, there's nothing more to say.