Everyone's mind wanders, without doubt, and we always have to start over. Everyone resists or dislikes the thought of or is too tired to meditate at times, and we have to be able to begin again.

Life is like an ever-shifting kaleidoscope - a slight change, and all patterns alter.

The difference between misery and happiness depends on what we do with our attention.

We learn and grow and are transformed not so much by what we do but by why and how we do it.

Mindfulness isn't difficult, we just need to remember to do it.

We spend our lives searching for something we think we don't have, something that will make us happy. But the key to our deepest happiness lies in changing our vision of where to seek it.

If you go deeper and deeper into your own heart, you'll be living in a world with less fear, isolation and loneliness.

What comes up is not nearly as important as how you relate to what comes up.

You are capable of so much more than we usually dare to imagine

All beings want to be happy, yet so very few know how. It is out of ignorance that any of us cause suffering, for ourselves or for others

Mindfulness allows us to watch our thoughts, see how one thought leads to the next, decide if we're heading down an unhealthy path, and, if so, let go and change directions.

Of all God’s creatures, only man kills with malice. Only man kills out of vengeance.

If you understand what makes him tick-what is magic for him- then you can understand anyone

I have never had a current state of mind. My mind changes a great deal. I am very affected by any sorrow or sad thing, and I am very affected by joy and beauty.

With what we give, we make a life.

Leaders tap into the emotions of their people by getting excited themselves

You must find a way to express your ideas and compel your audience to react through the idea itself, and then figuring out what the best representative of that idea may be, and bringing it to life.

Anyway, since when are you shy? Just talk to him already!' ' 'And say what? Nice fiddling, handsome man?' 'Absolutely.

I wasted my substance, I know I did, on riotous living, so I did, but there's nothing on record to show I did more than my betters have done.

Como un angel," I whisper. "Is our game over?" she asks nervously. "It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.

The sweet calm sunshine of October, now Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold The pur0ple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.