It is only because we seek love as if it lives outside of us that we miss it, again and again.

The history of your happiness is the history of your feeling connected.

A soul mate is not found. A soul mate is recognized.

Only love that continues to flow in the face of anger, blame, and indifference can be called love. All else is simply a transaction.

Temporary, but excruciating, pain is the price of healing.

There is no transcending our minds, only using them optimally.

The self-judging person will always judge others. The rubric we develop for ourselves, the measuring stick we put against our own mind and body, generalizes to every other human being.

Love is more abundant than we could possibly imagine. Just like there is more air than we could possibly breathe in, there is more love than we could possibly perceive.

The next stage of evolution is the evolution of perception, the evolution of the mind.

This is what a real teacher does: she opens the gates of our minds to the possibilities of the soul.

The mind, just like the body, becomes exactly what it is fed. While the body is nourished by food, the mind is nourished by thoughts.

So much of what is best in us is bound up in our love of family, that it remains the measure of our stability because it measures our sense of loyalty.

Find children in your neighborhood, Teach them how to read and writeTake them out of the darkness, Into the light

Borrow my eyes so you may see your greatness and recognize the gifts that you were uniquely placed on this planet to learn from, to share, and to teach.

Well, reading Twitter’s a lot like staring at an ant farm, ” Tobey explained while wiping some cheese from his mouth. “Except without all the productivity.

So I fight. I fight the only way I know, with thinking of Ky, even thought the pain of missing him is so strong I can hardly stand it... I think of him, I think of him, I think of him.

What Reagan ushered in was a skepticism toward government solutions to every problem. I don't think that has changed

With the absence of pressure, it's hard to do great things.

And yet he had loved her. A Bookish girl heedless of her beauty, unconscious of her effect. She'd been prepared to live her life alone but from the moment he'd known her he'd needed her.

Have you heard his new song? 'Cause he thinks he's a black man now.

Upon death the believer goes immediately into the presence of Christ in heaven, a realm far better than this earth. Heaven is our true home.