Our smile affirms our awareness and determination to live in peace and joy.

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.

Like the perfect collision of oils on a canvas. She was a walking piece of art. Words and all.

As we gaze on Christ, the mind is informed, and the heart is inflamed, and the body begins to line up.

Women's liberation is just a lot of foolishness. It's men who are discriminated against. They can't bear children. And no one is likely to do anything about that.

As though prayer could simply pluck sin out. But any woman knows that a thread, once woven, is fixed in place; the only way to smooth a mistake is to let it all unravel.

Realism in foreign policy means careful consideration of all aspects pertinent to the issue, before taking a decision. This is the only way you can move from where you are to someplace else.

The day that I can no longer receive Our Lord in Holy Communion, Our Lord Himself will come to take me.

There are so many bands always doing the same album over and over; I want to evolve, try new things.

Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?

Every why has a wherefore.

I'm not sayin' she's a bragger, but if you've been to Paradise, she's got a season ticket.