The suffering is in the mind. The mind. In the mind. Witness it. From your spiritual heart.
There weren't any curtains in the windows, and the books that didn't fit into the bookshelf lay piled on the floor like a bunch of intellectual refugees.
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds
The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.
Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.
No matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she could picture sharing her life with.
That would bring tears to the eyes of a rocking chair.
A pessimist looks at his glass and says it is half empty; an optimist looks at it and says it is half full.
The heart is as important as the head in learning
I think there could be a very large number who are creationists by default. Those are the people I want to reach.