We do not exist for ourselves alone, and it is only when we are fully convinced of this fact that we begin to love ourselves properly and thus also love others.

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.

Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.

‎"Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy.

The greatest need of our time is to clean out the enormous mass of mental and emotional rubbish that clutters our minds

Compassion is the keen awareness of the interdependence of all things.

In a world of noise, confusion and conflict it is necessary that there be places of silence, inner discipline and peace. In such places love can blossom.

People may spend their whole lives climbing the ladder of success only to find, once they reach the top, that the ladder is leaning against the wrong wall.

Love is not a matter of getting what you want. Quite the contrary. The insistence on always having what you want, on always being satisfied, on always being fulfilled, makes love impossible.

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.

It is my belief, that we should not be too sure of having found Christ in ourselves until we have found him also in that part of humanity that is most remote from our own.

When I don't feel hurt, I hope they bury me.

Scratch me and you will find the Nonconformist.

From such trivia, I believe my soul was born.

Baby I'll never forget none of that. Girl I told you I was comin back.

The modern listening experience is one of solitude, where someone just listens to music on their laptop.

A different world can be created or re-created-but not until we stop enshrining the economic values of invisible labor, infinite and obsessive growth, and a slow environmental suicide.

Sleeping in Eden is intense and absorbing from the very first page. Written in lovely prose, two seemingly different storylines collide in a shocking conclusion.

Children simply don't make the distinction; a book is either good or bad. And some of the books they think are good are very, very bad indeed.

I was kind of reading you know Judy Blume and stuff like that. But yeah, but I've since educated myself.

Just keep asking questions. Does this job allow me to be myself? Does it make me smarter? Does it open doors? Does it represent a compromise I accept? Does it touch my inner being?