People deal too much with the negative, with what is wrong. Why not try and see positive things, to just touch those things and make them bloom?

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.

The hour of our release draws near.

I never think of him as a scholar assaulting me with how much he knows, but as a teacher eager to share a lifelong passion for the subject.

Jerry: Oh, you don't understand, Osgood! Ehhhh... I'm a man.Osgood: Well, nobody's perfect.

We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.

I never cheated, for the record, back when I was with you. But you believed in everything but me girl, I don't get you

All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it

For what purpose could the enumeration of particular powers be inserted, if these and all others were meant to be included in the preceding general power?

Volleyball, I could be pretty good. After a few practices I could be that striker, or whatever they call it.

I began writing The Cold Song in the months following my fathers death, when I felt this sense of loss, disappearance, of being right in the middle of life and wondering: What now? How to proceed?

I can't take much pride in my childhood acting. It feels like it happened in another lifetime, and even then, it felt like a hobby.