Love is action. It's clear, it's kind, it's effortless, and it's irresistible.

Life is simple. Everything happens for you, not to you. Everything happens at exactly the right moment, neither too soon nor too late. You don't have to like it... it's just easier if you do.

Spare yourself from seeking love, approval, or appreciation-from anyone. And watch what happens in reality, just for fun.

Our job is unconditional love. The job of everyone else in our life is to push our buttons.

Stress is an alarm clock that lets you know you're attached to something not true for you.

Peace doesn't require two people; it requires only one. It has to be you. The problem begins and ends there.

Fear has only two causes: the thought of losing what you have or the thought of not getting what you want.

Pay close attention to the particular thoughts you use to deprive yourself of happiness.

If you want real control, drop the illusion of control; let life have you. It does anyway. You’re just telling yourself the story of how it doesn’t.

It's not your job to like me - it's mine

It's not the problem that causes our suffering; it's our thinking about the problem.

We have now sunk to a depth at which restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men.

Love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters?

I have picked up on the terminology of Brother Lawrence, who called praying unceasingly practicing God's presence. In fact, practicing God's presence has been my number one goal for the last year

Jim mentioned I was an ALEC member, and that's correct.

There will be three, kin of your kin, who hold the power of the stars in their paws.

And clay-caked clothes are so last year.

Many governments have faced the proposal of One Rank One Pension but no solution has been found yet.

I want to play Geum Jandi in Boys over Flowers.

Imagination consists in expelling from reality several incomplete persons, and then using the magic and subversive powers of desire to bring them back in the form of one entirely satisfying presence.

Chekhov is this poet of melancholy and isolation and of wishing you were somewhere else than where you are.