You give to yourself by giving of yourself.

You're learning to be nourished by the love you give, not by the validation offered in response to your giving.

Life is a beautiful collection of temporary experiences. Treasure your unique collection, and enjoy sharing it with others.

True honesty is the willingness to stand completely exposed, allowing the world to do what it may, and say what it will, only so you may know who you are - beyond all ideas.

We entertain ourselves with worry when we don't know what to trust. When you trust in what remains beyond temporary form, you are trusting in all that you are, as all that is.

Perhaps one day you'll look in the mirror and realize, the person you see appearing in awareness is actually awareness itself - momentarily appearing as a person.

Without a need to constantly remain attached to ideas and beliefs, the clarity of your formless form recognizes the truth of itself - with nothing to confirm or ever deny.

Perhaps freedom from ideas of freedom - is the sweetest freedom of all.

You cannot describe truly what you are but you can enjoy and directly experience what you are. Therein lies the joy of existence.

Life is when awareness hides in the idea of personal experience.

I am the life just passing through. I'm what remains and so are you.

It is difficult to think outside the box because the thinking IS the box.

You can be humble without compromising your values.

I love that there's such a rivalry. It's like, leaf water versus bean water, ya know? - Charlie

The promotion and prosperity of any country will only happen after when Jesus Christ comes into the land

Kora may have been a witch, and your father may have had prophetic dreams. But you Paige, is not a witch. You are something much more, but the question is what?

A dog who thinks he is a man's best friend is a dog who obviously has never met a tax lawyer.

Mr. Hitchcock did not say actors are cattle. He said they should be treated like cattle.

Growth is always a gradual process, a bridge slowly crossed and not a corner sharply turned.

But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad.

I'm waiting for the day when my children cease to find my domestic propriety reassuring and actually find it annoying.