There are never enough “I-love-yous.”
People are like stained glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets it, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.
A thankful person is thankful under all circumstances. A complaining soul complains even if he lives in paradise.
To you I’m an atheis. To God I’m the loyal opposition.
Never, for the sake of peace and quiet, deny your own experience or conviction.
Power always thinks it has great Soul and vast views, beyond the comprehension of the weak; and that it is doing God’s service, when it is violating all his laws.
So it was that I had discovered, for instance, that selfishness is not usually a failure of will, it is not that one deliberately sees a selfish and unselfish attitude and chooses the selfish. It is that one is selfish because one unwittingly indulges in a kind of thinking which cannot, by its very nature, recognize the realness of other people’s needs.
When a memory is too much, turn to the eye.
You can plan events, but if they go according to your plan they are not events.
If I could only remember that the days were not bricks to be laid row on row, to be built into a solid house, where one might dwell in safety and peace, but only food for the fires of the heart.
Burn all the maps to your body.
The next message you need is always right where you are.
I really think I write about everyday life. I don’t think I’m quite as odd as others say I am. Life is intrinsically, well, boring and dangerous at the same time. At any given moment the floor may open up. Of course, it almost never does; that’s what makes it so boring.
There wouldn’t be such a thing as counterfeit gold if there were no real gold somewhere.
One day when the children were playing, they reported to Yasoda, “Krishna has eaten dirt.”
Yasoda scolded him and said, “You naughty boy, why have you eaten dirt?”
“I haven’t,” said Krishna. “All the boys are lying. If you believe them instead of me, look at my mouth yourelf.”
“Then open up.” she said to the god, and he opened his mouth. Yasoda saw in his mouth the whole universe and she saw her own village and herself. She became frightened and confused, thinking: “Is this a dream of an illusion fabricated by God? Or is it a delusion in my own mind?”
And then she thought: “God’s power of delusion inspires in me such false beliefs as, ‘I exist,’ ‘This is my husband,’ ‘This is my son.’ ”
He who knows others is wise. He who knows himself is enlightened.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all of the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
Who has not sat before his own heart’s curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.
Close one sad eye. Yes. Close the other sad eye. Yes. I can see now.