When the flower blossoms, the bee will come.

There's no destination. The journey is all that there is, and it can be very, very joyful.

Being obsessed by goals is bad for you. You should set goals, even ambitious goals, regularly. But focus on them only to the extent that they give you direction.

It does not matter whether I am in Hong Kong or Sao Paolo - people always want to talk about toxic bosses and what to do about them.

Once you accept, truly accept, that stuff will happen to you and there is nothing you can do about it, stress miraculously leaves your life.

It's wonderful to be grateful. To have that gratitude well out from deep within you and pour out in waves. Once you truly experience this, you will never want to give it up.

We have the ability to craft a life where we are completely fulfilled. We think it is dependent on outsiders, and to some extent it is, but it is much more dependent on the attitude we bring to life.

I am not a big fan of positive thinking. The term suggests that there is something negative that you have to counteract by being positive. That is an artificial duality.

Many persons swear by positive thinking, and quite a few have been helped by it. Nevertheless, it is not a very effective tool and can be downright harmful in some cases.

Stress appears in your life because you have a rigid view of 'This is the way the world should be,' and the Universe pays scant regard to your desires. And you refuse to accept this.

Galileo got it wrong. The earth does not revolve around the sun. It revolves around you and has been doing so for decades. At least, this is the model you are using.

i see the sky as beautiful, Regardless of its shine Because I wake each day grateful, That I get another chance to be alive.

Prosperity starts in ones heart not their pocket.

Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.

I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.

There is such a suspicion in today's world of people who do more than one thing, who aren't specialized.

We lose our bearings entirely by speaking of the 'lower classes' when we mean humanity minus ourselves.

I've got more junk in the trunk than most 5-foot-1 blonde girls, and I like it.

I had to go for a mammogram - my first mammogram ever - and It was really scary and I didn't know what to expect.

I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry?

Herbes... comfort the wearied braine with fragrant smells which yielde a certaine kind of nourishment.