When we wake up from our confused state of mind, that is enlightenment.

In the end, we have nothing to lose by opening our hearts.

Sometimes we are too polite with our suffering and allow it to dominate our life.

You fall in love with your heart; you fall out of love with your head.

There is no emptiness without appearance, and there is no appearance without emptiness. That is what we call the interdependent nature.

The truth about who we really are, beyond all appearances, is knowledge worth seeking.

It is not about how much you give, it is about how much you can let go with your mind.

True wisdom is free of the dramas of culture or religion and should bring us only a sense of peace and happiness.

The true opponent in a debate on emptiness is your own ego.

We actually need intelligent doubt and skepticism; they protect us against mistaken views and propaganda.

When we recognize that the seemingly object nature of reality is nothing different than the subject nature of mind, which is rigpa, it is called enlightenment.

Poetry is a special use of language that opens onto the real. The business of the poet is truth telling, which is why in the Celtic tradition no one could be a teacher unless he or she was a poet.

And once again Mr. Sherlock Holmes is free to devote his life to examining those interesting little problems which the complexity of human life so pletifuly presents.

That the rebels or the terrorists used the chemical weapons in northern Aleppo five months ago [in 2013].

I wish we weren't fighting all the time to protect women's rights, to protect women's health.

We want our performance to be perfect, so even if I have to stay up to practice with my unnies, even if it’s really tiring, I know it is worth it

I have loved justice and hated inequity; and therefore I die in exile. [Lat., Dilexi justitiam et odi iniquitatem, propterea morior in exilio.]

I want to have a cultural impact. I want to be an inspiration, to show people what can be done.

When I discovered Mose Allison I felt I had discovered the missing link between jazz and blues

Tightly held by rocks Through winter, the ice today Begins to come undone: A way-seeker also is the water, Melting, murmuring from the moss.

When you're in shape, you don't have to walk up to somebody and say, 'Yo, I love myself.' You look like you care for yourself.