Find thoughts that make you feel good and think them a lot

Life is very simple. What I give out comes back to me. Today, I choose to give love.

I choose to make the rest of my life the best of my life.

I cannot change another person. I let others be who they are, and I simply love who I am.

Life is a lottery that we've already won. But most people have not cashed in their tickets.

I love myself, therefore, I behave in a loving way to all people for I know that that which I give out returns to me multiplied.

If we are willing to do the mental work, almost anything can be healed.

I am grateful for being alive today. It is my joy and pleasure to live another wonderful day.

Know that you are the perfect age. Each year is special and precious, for you shall only live it once. Be comfortable with growing older.

I give myself permission to be all that I can be, and I deserve the very best in life.

I truly believe that we are here to bless and prosper, each other.

But the ground shakes, as if something's trying to push up from below, and I think of other people's mothers shaking out their duvets or even God shaking out the fabric of space-time.

My wife is 37 years younger than me. I don't feel the difference.

A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one's husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it.

I believe in the value of the book, which keeps something irreplaceable, and in the necessity of fighting to secure its respect.

Before you dismiss a beginner's work, remember how much you sucked when you started. You probably sucked worse, actually.

A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love.

"Take some more tea," the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. "I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended tone, "so I can't take more."

When he is pushed, tormented, defeated, he has a chance to learn something; ... he learns his ignorance, is cured of the insanity of conceit; has got moderation and real skill.

I didn't want my last chapter to be the guy who sits at the piano and sings love songs.

I'm afraid they've left their legs at home.