Wishes cannot be summoned up or kept away at will. They come from deeper within us than good or bad intentions. And they spring up unannounced.

Every real story is a never ending story.

Calendars and clocks exist to measure time, but that signifies little because we all know that an hour can seem as eternity or pass in a flash, according to how we spend it.

You must let what happens happen. Everything must be equal in your eyes, good and evil, beautiful and ugly, foolish and wise.

There are many kinds of joy, but they all lead to one: the joy to be loved.

Once someone dreams a dream, it can't just drop out of existence. But if the dreamer can't remember it, what becomes of it?

My will can control anything that’s empty.

A story can be new and yet tell about olden times. The past comes into existence with the story.

There were thousands and thousands of forms of joy in the world, but that all were essentially one and the same, namely, the joy of being able to love.

Momo listened to everyone and everything - even to the rain and the wind and the pine trees - and all of them spoke to her after their own fashion.

Time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart.

Most of us must learn to love people and use things rather than loving things and using people.

Not your eyes but the capacity of your mind determines how well you see the things happening around you!

The secret self knows the anguish of our attachments and assures us that letting go of what we think we must have to be happy is the same as letting go of our unhappiness.

Seasickness in itself is not contagious, but I’m pretty sure that puking is extremely contagious.

Good company upon the road is the shortest cut.

Even if you build the perfect reactor, you're still saddled with a people problem and an equipment problem.

Sitting alone, listening to the sound of your breath, the beating of your heart is a reminder that you are sacred and blessed.

I know that without treatment I would not have never been able to harness my creativity in such a successful way.

When we plant trees, we plant the seeds of peace and seeds of hope.

Sweetheart, do not love too long: I loved long and long, And grew to be out of fashion Like an old song.