The mind can go in a thousand directions, but on this beautiful path, I walk in peace. With each step, the wind blows. With each step, a flower blooms.

Because you are alive, everything is possible.

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.

People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.

Because of your smile, you make life more beautiful.

Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.

Guarding knowledge is not a good way to understand. Understanding means to throw away your knowledge.

When you love someone, the best thing you can offer is your presence. How can you love if you are not there?

If you love someone but rarely make yourself available to him or her, that is not true love.

There is no way to happiness - happiness is the way.

Many people think excitement is happiness.... But when you are excited you are not peaceful. True happiness is based on peace.

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.

Some people are like egg. The more you apply heat to them, the harder they become. To hatch them, just use a gentle heat, and to keep them alive, just keep them cool.

Every child must master empathy-based ethics because the rules are changing; the less they apply the less learning them has positive impact

He who has not forgiven an enemy has never yet tasted one of the most sublime enjoyments of life.

With two kids. It's always too busy.

I don't fool with a lot of things that I can't have fun with. There's not much reward in that.

I know not to trust anyone," i say. "Except..." Holly studies my face. "You do fancy him, don't you? What a strange, wonderful, repressed place this is.

Dancing is another way to communicate. That's what separates The Pussycat Dolls from other groups.

It’s a brilliant song! C’mon…’Every day is like survival. You’re my lover, not my rival.’ What could be more meaningful than that? (Jesse)

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime...