When we see the secret beauty of anyone, including ourselves, we see past our judgment and fear into the core of who we truly are - not an entrapped self but the radiance of goodness.

Happiness lies not in finding what is missing, but in finding what is present.

Mindfulness is a pause - the space between stimulus and response: that's where choice lies.

Stopping the endless pursuit of getting somewhere else is the perhaps most beautiful offering we can make to our spirit.

We can find true refuge within our own hearts and minds-right here, right now, in the midst of our moment-to-momen t lives.

On this sacred path of Radical Acceptance, rather than striving for perfection, we discover how to love ourselves into wholeness.

There are some things we can't choose, but in being present we can choose how we want to relate to them

Sometimes the easiest way to appreciate ourselves is by looking through the eyes of someone who loves us.

There is something wonderfully bold and liberating about saying yes to our entire imperfect and messy life.

Radical Acceptance is the willingness to experience ourselves and our lives as it is.

The most powerful healing arises from the simple intention to love the life within you, unconditionally, with as much tenderness and presence as possible.

In your tragedies you will find your most magnificent opportunities for rebirth.

If you think you don't have enemies, then they have won.

The million little things that drop into your hands The small opportunities each day brings He leaves us free to use or abuse And goes unchanging along His silent way.

If you have ever prayed in the dawn you will ask yourself why you were so foolish as not to do it always: it is difficult to get into communion with God in the midst of the hurly-burly of the day.

Don't cut off your nose yourself.

Privatized faith in a resurrected Christ is practically inconceivable.

Life is laughter amid a rosary of death.

I know [Arthur Koestler] fought in the Spanish Civil War. He was in prison, I think, in Spain and in Russia. He came to the United States; that's when I saw him in the mid-1940s.

Painting from nature is not copying the object; it is realizing one's sensations.

[Beowolf] is considered an epic because of its long speeches, its digressions, its repetition, and its being required.