I've been shot down so many times, I get altitude sickness just from standing up for myself.

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.

The hours wear on, while the surreal atmosphere of the asylum does not wear off.

Compare your life only with the commandments of God.Be like God. He is the mighty being that dwells in you.

Sometimes I feel like a beetle crawling through a fusion power plant. I can feel a certain amount, see a certain amount, but I sure as hell don't understand everything.

Whether it is suffering or joy, going through experiences in life is not so much of a karma. Depriving yourself of any experience is the big karma.

Humility is the only thing that no devil can imitate.

I still somehow or other fancy that "my philosophy" represents the true meaning of the teaching of the Gita.

Older women are like aging strudels - the crust may not be so lovely, but the filling has come at last into its own.

Those are terrible people who don't like Glenn Gould... I will have nothing to do with such people, they are dangerous people.

Adults are only kids grown up

People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again—but it finds a tougher surface.