In stages, the impossible becomes possible.

The success of Yoga does not lie in the ability to perform postures but in how it positively changes the way we live our life and our relationships.

The success of Yoga must not be measured by how flexible your body becomes, but rather by how much it opens your heart.

Mastery of yoga is really measured by how it influences our day-to-day living, how it enhances our relationships, how it promotes clarity and peace of mind.

Anybody can breathe. Therefore anybody can practice yoga.

The quality of our breath expresses our inner feelings.

When we are attentive to our actions we are not prisoners to our habits.

The recognition of confusion is itself a form of clarity.

Yoga serves the individual, and does so through inviting transformation rather than by giving information.

The ultimate goal of yoga is to always observe things accurately, and therefore never act in a way that will make us regret our actions later.

A good teacher sees the commonality of all human beings and helps each individual find his uniqueness.

How much energy they put into harming each other. How little into saving.

The mother at thirty with face commencing to display the faint seams of the plan for the second face life had in store for her and which she feared would be her own mother’s

Time cools time clarifies no mood can be maintained quite unaltered through the course of hours.

Because until you know what you want to be, other people are just going to keep trying to make you into something useful for them.

Accordingly, death is a harbor of peace for the just, but is believed a shipwreck for the wicked.

You have to believe in happiness, or happiness never comes.

A major criterion for judging the anxiety level of any society is the loss of its capacity to be playful.

To be able, at any moment, to sacrifice what you are, for what you will become

In the world of language, or in other words in the world of art and liberal education, religion necessarily appears as mythology or as Bible.

Dark pictures, thrones, the stones that pilgrims kiss Poems that take a thousand years to die But ape the immortality of this Red label on a little butterfly .