Two thousand years ago, five thousand, they didn't have a word for imagination, and faith was the best they could come up with for a pretty solemn bunch of followers.
There’s no disaster that can’t become a blessing, and no blessing that can’t become a disaster.
There was part of me listening that didn't think what I said was fiction. I was making up a true story.
The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one famiy grow up under the same roof
That’s what learning is, after all; not whether we lose the game, but how we lose and how we’ve changed because of it, and what we take away from it that we never had before, to apply to other games....
Rebuilding us. Isn’t that what the spirit requires, when we climb over the wreckage of our lives, sometimes, we go on to make our lives our own affirmation? We are perfect expressions of perfect Love,...
Part of us is always the observer, and no matter what, it observes. It watches us. It does not care if we are happy or unhappy, if we are sick or well, if we live or die. It’s only job is to sit there...
Like attracts like. It'll surprise you as long as you live. Choose a love and work to make it true, and somehow something will happen, something you couldn't plan, will come along to move like to like...
His vows of a moment before were forgotten, swept away in that great swift wind. Yet he felt guiltless, breaking the promises he had made himself. Such promises are only for the gulls that accept the...
Heaven is not a place, and it's not a time. Heaven is being perfect.
Anybody who’s ever mattered, anybody who’s ever been happy, anybody who’s ever given any gift into the world has been a divinely selfish soul, living for his own best interest. No exceptions.
And behind it lies not blind chance but a principle that works to help us understand, a thousand coincidences and friends come to show us the way when the problem seems too hard to solve alone. Proble...
You have the freedom to be yourself, your true self, here and now, and nothing can stand in your way.
You gave your life to become the person you are right now Was it worth it?
You find what you love and you learn everything about it. You bet your life on what you know and run from safety, off your mountain into the air, trusting the Principle of Flight to bring you soaring...
Why, Jon, why? his mother asked. Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can't you leave low flying to the pelicans, the alhatross? Why don't you eat? Son, you're bone and feather...
Why had such a promising world been crucified on the tree of obligation, thorned by duties, hanged by hypocrisy, smothered by customs?
What about everybody else Pye? How many lives can there be in one universe?'[...] 'How many lives Richard?'[...]'One.'.
What a delighted fascination it is, to stand aside and watch our dearest friend perform on stage without us.
Were we, also, hiking along some cosmic journal page? Were the events about us all part of a message we could understand, if only we found the right perspective from which to read them? Somehow, with...