We each need to make peace with our own memories. We have all done things that make us flinch.

Everything passes, nothing remains. Understand this, loosen your grip and fine serenity.

We all have spiritual DNA; wisdom and truth are part of our genetic structure even if we don't always access it.

before speaking, notice what motivates your words.

You have to go through the darkness to truly know the light. This may sound like a cliche, but it's true nonetheless. Often the greatest doubts occur just before a breakthrough.

Don't wait to find solid ground. Dance in emptiness.

Enlightenment is not about becoming divine. Instead it's about becoming more fully human. . . . It is the end of ignorance.

The heart is an organ of perception.

We're human beings trying to understand and cultivate what it means to feel divine love. We have to start with small, realistic goals.

The Pearl Principle - no inner irritation, no pearl.

Our lack of compassion stems from our inability to see deeply into the nature of things.

Thank God for allowing you to see another day. No matter what, keep trusting, keep believing, be strong, have hope. The best is yet to come.

I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years.

You Too? I thought I was the only one.

I talk to people who are musicians, and they go, Oh this is hell. And I go, Are you kidding me? You never put tar paper on a roof, did ya?

I did not lose this election, or had a bad result compared with what we might have got because of Islam.

Easter, so longed for, is gone in a day.

In the country, people are kind. In the city, people are hard an' cold, like the concrete and steel.

The diiference is that in the private sector you work for yourself, and as Prime Minister I work for every single Haitian - inside Haiti and outside - and for all those who love Haiti as well.

I think a lot of nights together have been spoiled by somebody not being able to find a parking spot and saying, "Why don't we just go home?"

Oh, try not to sound so much like Mom—you don’t have the ovaries" (Monica Morrell - Last Breath)