I think Buddhism should open the door of psychology and healing to penetrate more easily into the Western world.

Because you are alive, everything is possible.

The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.

Silence is essential. We need silence just as much as we need air, just as much as plants need light. If our minds are crowded with words and thoughts, there is no space for us.

Around us, life bursts with miracles, a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops.

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.

It is not impermanence that makes us suffer. What makes us suffer is wanting things to be permanent when they are not.

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.

Thanks to impermanence, everything is possible.

The quality of our life depends on the quality of the seeds that lie deep in our consciousness.

Breathing in, I calm body and mind. Breathing out, I smile. Dwelling in the present moment I know this is the only moment.

Books are sacred wisdom.

Walking together and exchanging kisses.Holding hands like we're Mr. and Mrs.

Modern medical advances have helped millions of people live longer, healthier lives. We owe these improvements to decades of investment in medical research.

If you can't forgive yourself, you think you're never going to be able to forgive yourself.

If I want to hang out with people, they unfortunately need to be working as often as I am.

Work your vein till it is exhausted, or conducts you to a broader one.

Breathing is so important with physical activity, then how much more important is it with psychological activity?

In a serious struggle there is no worse cruelty than to be magnanimous at an inopportune time.

Life is a gift of the immortal Gods, but living well is the gift of philosophy.

The poets continually and sometimes wilfully mistake love. Love is the old slaughterer.