There is only one thing that is more natural than thinking: breathing.
And it is in breathing that we find the door to happiness.
The imperfection exists in comparison. The perfection exists in freedom to be what you are as you are.
Dream as if you were awake. Live as if you were dreaming.
Blow the words away from your pain, otherwise the mind will get sick.
We are all equal, in the need of feeling unique, in the need of love, and free to be as we are
Doubt everything. Doubt everyone. Doubt yourself too. You will find endless possibilities.
Time heals, they say. But it’s not true. Time does not heal. There is only the flow of thoughts.
One thought alone is enough to stir a happy mind.
There is no fear more true than the one that passes through the mind in the form of a mere thought.
Love is freedom to be and to let be.
Thoughts. They appear within you but they are not yours. You see them go by but you do not create them. They are images and words of life itself.
Jealousy is the bitter consequence of loving someone before loving oneself.
Enclosing your thought in meaning is like enclosing a free animal in a cage. You cannot expect it to be happy.
You cannot suffer without thinking of suffering. Yet you can think that you are suffering without suffering.
The questions are never painful. Only the answers are.