My understanding is that to love, we need to be able to totally surrender to the living/dying nature of this world.

Happiness lies not in finding what is missing, but in finding what is present.

Mindfulness is a pause - the space between stimulus and response: that's where choice lies.

Stopping the endless pursuit of getting somewhere else is the perhaps most beautiful offering we can make to our spirit.

We can find true refuge within our own hearts and minds-right here, right now, in the midst of our moment-to-momen t lives.

On this sacred path of Radical Acceptance, rather than striving for perfection, we discover how to love ourselves into wholeness.

There are some things we can't choose, but in being present we can choose how we want to relate to them

Sometimes the easiest way to appreciate ourselves is by looking through the eyes of someone who loves us.

There is something wonderfully bold and liberating about saying yes to our entire imperfect and messy life.

Radical Acceptance is the willingness to experience ourselves and our lives as it is.

The most powerful healing arises from the simple intention to love the life within you, unconditionally, with as much tenderness and presence as possible.

She'd seen what was between his legs and she wasn't ashamed to admit she wanted to see it again. More than just see it. Touch and taste would be a good start.

Be you, love you. All ways, always.

I'm from Iowa, we don't know what cool is!

As I see it, my job as a writer isn't to judge, but to take a reader as far inside as I can and let them dwell there.

Religion is not a department of life; it is something that enters into the whole of it.

We should be willing to act as a balm for all wounds.

I wore bell bottoms in elementary school. Never wore elephant bells. Remember, this was middle Oklahoma in the '70s.

Light at the end of the tunnel? We don't even have a tunnel; we don't even know where the tunnel is.

When someone goes out of himself to find God or fetch God, he is wrong.

Our minds are like crows. They pick up everything that glitters, no matter how uncomfortable our nests get with all that metal in them.