You mainly feel the way you think.

People and things do not upset us. Rather, we upset ourselves by believing that they can upset us.

There are three musts that hold us back: I must do well. You must treat me well. And the world must be easy.

The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own.

If you would stop, really stop, damning yourself, others, and unkind conditions, you would find it almost impossible to upset yourself emotionally - about anything. Yes, anything.

By honestly acknowledging your past errors, but never damning yourself for them, you can learn to use your past for your own future benefit.

Stop shoulding on yourself

Neurosis is just a high-class word for whining.

The attitude of unconditional self-acceptance is probably the most important variable in their long-term recovery.

The trouble with most therapy is that it helps you feel better. But you don't get better. You have to back it up with action, action, action.

Acceptance is not love. You love a person because he or she has lovable traits, but you accept everybody just because they're alive and human.

I think we carry home on our backs.

You are moving on the chariot of your desire whatever you are thinking is always right.

I am not quite myself, I think.But who here is quite himself? And yet there is a way in which we are all more ourselves than ever, I suppose.

Experiences are everything. And businesses must create experiences that mean something. If necessity is the mother of invention, then vision is the father of innovation.

I'm very relaxed. I have a family, I have a partner of 20 years, I have a wonderful life; nothing could be better.

I want to work endlessly and tirelessly until I'm an old, old lady.

I'd love to do some comedy. Particularly French comedy, which I know sounds like a contradiction in terms.

Your money, your singleness, marriage, talent and time, they were loaned to you to show the world that Christ is Divine

If you see a man opening a car door for a woman, it means one of two things: it's either a new woman or a new car!

"Oh My God," I blurted, grabbing onto Phin as we faced the open bedroom door. "It's the axe murderer." "I doubt he would knock," she said, but she was whispering, too, and didn't move away from me.