The moment you meet your SoulMate is the ultimate synchronicity. Lucky is the person who recognizes in that very moment the intersection of the perfect time, perfect place and perfect person.

Inspired action comes from the guidance of Spirit, not ego. When in doubt, don’t. Inspired action is responsive, not reactive.

By giving to yourself you are fulfilled, abundant and generous. You have spare love to share.

Self-love diminishes no one. It blesses others.

Guilt is a waste of time unless you learn how to be more loving the next time a similar situation presents itself.

When you have clarity and commit to manifesting your heart’s desire, you will be drawn to those who light you up on every level…and they will be drawn to you.

I tend to view synchronicities as proof that I am on the right path. It’s like a pat on the back from God.

Surrender creates equanimity and bliss because you release yourself from any attachment to the results.

It’s yummy to love yourself. It feels good. When you truly love yourself, you are radiant, charismatic and irresistible to your SoulMate.

Love changes you, grows you, and reveals all the places where your heart is small. SoulMate love is transformative. Not everyone is ready for that.

To manifest your SoulMate you have to either invite others into your world or go out into their world. Either way, you have to open the door.

Peace is the only destination worth beginning a journey for.

But witchy magic doesn’t listen to please and pretty please, and anyway, I didn’t really care. I only pretended to care because not caring makes me a monster.

Do something wonderful, people may imitate it.

Nature played a cruel trick on her by giving her a waxed mustache.

The desire of representation exists only insofar as the original is always deferred. It is only in the absence of the original that representation can take place.

Roses are red, violets are blue, they got ten, we only got two.

What I know of Steve Trevor is everything that I learned from 'Wonder Woman,' the television series with Lynda Carter. And I don't remember much. I do remember his uniform, though.

Anger, the Stoics said, was a short madness.

I wouldn't want to live in Berlin. It's bombed out and there's a lot of techno.