Effort is the siamese twin of success

I accept that today may be imperfect... I accept that I may be as well. What I don't accept is that imperfection should be the crutch I use to excuse myself from participating in joy.

I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up I stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go I know nothing but I am here to learn.

The tiniest dream that you make happen is worth more than the biggest dream that you never attempt.

I will love myself despite the ease with which I lean toward the opposite.

Look at an avalanche, and see that we are at our most powerful when we let go. Look at a flower, and see that we are at our most beautiful when we open up.

If your heart is broken, make art with the pieces.

We come from the mentality, that rarely sees the horror in symmetry or the beauty in non-conformity

Our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.

I have loved this life. I smile because I have tiny dreams that play hopscotch at the corners of my mouth. And every time I breathe they float, every time I laugh, they fly kites.

If you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror.

Life in us is like the water in a river.

Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day, teach a man to fish and he'll evolve to become so skilled at fishing he destroys the ocean and kills every last fish.

That you carry yourself forward and experience the myriad things is delusion. That the myriad things come forward and experience themselves is awakening

One path leads back to this world, to rebirth; one path leads beyond. Your soul stands at a crossword, trying to make a decision, flipping a coin, a nice image for the soul, I think.

We didn't sleep last week - we literally didn't sleep - because we've been so busy with the book.

I think Paul Martin doesn't mean what he says. He said he would clear this sort of thing up and he didn't do it.

I am ready to die out of nature, and be born again into this new yet unapproachable America I have found in the West.

The breath of the flute player: does it belong to the flute?

The acme of freedom from wealth is to desire to be possessionless even as others desire to possess.