It is not until you learn to look at yourself, through the truth of who you are, that you can look at someone else.

The history of your happiness is the history of your feeling connected.

A soul mate is not found. A soul mate is recognized.

Only love that continues to flow in the face of anger, blame, and indifference can be called love. All else is simply a transaction.

Temporary, but excruciating, pain is the price of healing.

There is no transcending our minds, only using them optimally.

The self-judging person will always judge others. The rubric we develop for ourselves, the measuring stick we put against our own mind and body, generalizes to every other human being.

Love is more abundant than we could possibly imagine. Just like there is more air than we could possibly breathe in, there is more love than we could possibly perceive.

The next stage of evolution is the evolution of perception, the evolution of the mind.

This is what a real teacher does: she opens the gates of our minds to the possibilities of the soul.

The mind, just like the body, becomes exactly what it is fed. While the body is nourished by food, the mind is nourished by thoughts.

It’s tough, but if you want to survive, sometimes you have to do the seemingly impossible.

The greatest desire is the desire to be free. The greatest freedom is the freedom to desire.

Oh well, " McWatt sang, "what the hell.

I want to be split open and reminded of shame.

I regret profoundly that I was not an American and not born in Greenwich Village. It might be dying, and there might be a lot of dirt in the air you breathe, but this is where it's happening.

I do believe that the party has a bunch of elephants running around in donkey clothes.

The human longing for story is so powerful, so primitive, that it seems like something not learned, but locked into our genes.

I know I was a businessman for years, and I stayed up countless nights worrying about having to let one person go. It's a terrible thing to do.

Religion is not in want of art; it rests on its own majesty.

you have to realize the white-supremacy boys are spoiled children. 'I want my way,' they scream, and like all spoiled children, they advance no justification for it except that it is their way.