What if...? A question we ask to hurt ourselves.

I believe the world is as we choose to view it. Simple as that. Our happiness is, in the end, up to us, and to no one else.

Imagine it. Use all your strength and imagine it exactly. And it will happen that way.

People take what they need from the stories they hear. The tale is often wiser than the teller.

The tale is often wiser than the teller.

Sometimes we have so much to say, we cannot say it. Sometimes it's best we do not say goodbyes.

There are moments. You will know them.

But maybe the best thing I learnt was this: that we cannot know a person's soul and nature until we've sat beside them, and talked.

Perfection is a moving target

We have our stories, and we speak of them, and weave them into other people's stories - that's how it goes, does it not?

I've done so many bad things in my life but the stars always forgave me.

The brainless serenity of charwomen and janitors working late at night came over us. In a messy world we were at least making our little corner clean.

Work filled with inspiration is worship. A heart filled with courage is unbreakable. A life filled with gratitude is fulfilled.

Then based on her own recent experience, the Divine Presence had a cruelly perverse sense of humor and His Grand Plan needed drastic revision.

It's that deep-seeded societal gender norm that women, for some reason, aren't elite athletes, when we are. We really are. I think we fight against that a bit.

Whenever and wherever one encounters the arising and passing away of the mental-physical structure, one enjoys bliss and delight, which lead on to the deathless stage experienced by the wise

Writing is like washing windows in the sun. With every attempt to perfect clarity, you make a new smear.

We're imperfect people trapped in an imperfect world until we get to that place beyond

In many societies the domestic social costs of adjustment to changing patterns of comparative advantage are believed to outweigh the advantages of further trade liberalization.

Love beautifies the giver and elevates the receiver.

If I were to be any celebrity, I'd be Chris Martin. I've always wondered what it would be like to be jealous of Thom Yorke.