Richard Bach Quotes

Humanity is not a gift of nature, it is a spiritual achievement to be earned.

What a delighted fascination it is, to stand aside and watch our dearest friend perform on stage without us.

Anything we need to know, we can learn it from a book. Reading, careful study, a little practice, and we’re throwing knives expertly, overhauling engines, speaking Esperanto like natives.

How is it we’re the lucky ones, living a life that the children-we-were took for dreams?

Civilization... wrecks the planet from seafloor to stratosphere.

I take the paraglider to the mountain or I roll Daisy out of her hangar and I pick the prettiest part of the sky and I melt into the wing and then into the air, till I'm just soul on a sunbeam.

Don't turn away from possible futures before you're certain you don't have anything to learn from them.

Why fly? Simple. I'm not happy unless there's some room between me and the ground.

An easy life doesn't teach us anything. In the end it's the learning that matters: what we've learned and how we've grown

Know that ever about you stands the reality of love, and each moment you have the power to transform your world by what you have learned.

Any powerful idea is absolutely fascinating and absolutely useless until we choose to use it.

The way to tell if your job is done: if you're alive, you've got a job.

You're master of what you've lived, artisan at what you're living, amateur at what's next to live.

With every choice you risk the life you would have had; with every decision, you lose it.

Only a few people are interested in what you have to say, but that is all right. You don't have to tell the quality of a master by the size of his crowds.

No matter how qualified you are, you won't reach a better life until you imagine it.

I have always wanted an adventurous life. It took a long time to realize that I was the only one who could make an adventurous life happen to me.

How easy it is to be compassionate when it's yourself you see in trouble.

We love action and adventure, but we use it to go out and start wars and kill people.

I have a way of finding what is true for me, and it’s not finished yet.

Testing ourselves over and again, learning love and love and LOVE!

How much to learn if we could spend one hour, spend twenty minutes, with the us we will become! How much could we say to the us we were.

It’s okay is a cosmic truth…It’s okay. If there were nothing here for us to learn, we wouldn’t bother to pay the fare.

Think about these once in awhile, and watch your answers change.

As you believe, so it is for you.

Fail at love, and the other tests don't matter.

Before you'll change, something important must be at risk.

Nobody comes to Earth to dodge problems. We come here to take 'em on.

Numbers are limits, and perfection doesn't have limits.

Having made the decision to love, had I chosen life instead of death?

don't you think between here and now we will see each other once or twice?

In the path of our happiness shall we find the learning for which we have chosen this lifetime.

You can't solve problems for someone whose problem is that they don't want problems solved.

Every problem in your life carries a gift inside it.

Hate is love without enough data.

How can we resent the life we've created for ourselves?

Thought plus belief equals manifestation.

He who argues for his limitations gets to keep them

Do you ever have the feeling you're a tourist on earth?

We don't have rights until we claim them.

Two words: Love leads. Listen to that ring of love within. If we follow that leading of love we'll be guaranteed an adventurous, positive, joyful life.

If you want magic, let go of your armor. Magic is so much stronger than steel.

One must first learn to fall if one would fly.

The world is a dream, you say, and it’s lovely, sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky.” “No. The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?

Respect for sovereignity, for privacy, for total independence. Gentle alliances against loneliness, they were, cool rational love-affairs without the love.

Every real teacher is myself in disguise.

You teach best that which you need most to learn.

You don't tell the quality of a master by the size of his crowds.

My way of writing a book is completely disorganized - to hurl myself at the problem, over and over.

How can we resent the life we've created for ourselves? Who's to blame, who's to credit, but us? Who can change it, any time we wish, but us?