Ultimately when I am with you all, what I see is my Guru. And what is he? He is love.

Love is what we are; we don't get it from somebody, we can't give it to anybody, we can't fall in it or fall out of it. Love is our true Being.

Don't wait for a Guru. Your life is your Guru.

Devotion is a way of being, it's not something you do. It's dedication to finding awareness and Love. Chanting is like asanas for the mind and the heart.

We instantly believe everything we think. Isn't that insane? It's good for us to explore the depravity of our minds, so we know we are just as crazy as everyone else!

Unlimited inner strength can only be awakened when it is in the service of Love....When we align ourselves with that love and act in service of that love, anything is possible.

You cannot think your way out of a box made of thought.

Grace removes obstacles that we don’t even know are there. Grace is what arranges our lives so we are forced to look within.

Chanting just hits you and you want to be a part of it. That’s the point of this whole thing. That’s what cuts through all the ‘stuff’. You get lit up. You don’t have to know what it means.

Surrender happens by Grace. All we're doing is cleaning up the room so when Surrender walks in, He can sit down.

Bhakti yoga isn't something you join, it's love. It means falling in love.

The smell of hyacinths in the summer night air. At this moment, standing here with a boy I just met who already feels like home, I am overwhelmed with city love.

I love natural beauty, and I think it's your best look, but I think makeup as an artist is so transformative.

A person is never happy except at the price of some ignorance. [The ability to focus on positives and distract your mind from negatives for at least a time is a necessary skill for being happy.]

We flashed our feathers when the feathers were fit to be flashed, and now, in drearier days, many stay indoors.

The fact that I seem to prefer seals over any other animal brides is something I hadn't actually realized until this moment. Perhaps it's because there's a lot of very cool folklore about it.

Here my tears are falling, Nastenka. Let them flow, let them flow - they don't hurt anybody. They will dry Nastenka.

I think I'm the only senator who does not see a president when I look in the mirror.

The walls are white, the track is grey, the grass is green, and the sky is blue...your job is to keep them all where they belong.

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming -- weren't our dreams what gave us strength, hope, and desire?

When you're alone and life is making you lonely, you can always go downtown.