Never compare your insides to everyone else's outsides.

...since you can't heal your own sick mind with your own sick mind, I needed to consult somebody else's sick mind.

[S]he believed that the Buddhists were right–that if you want, you will suffer; if you love, you will grieve. (68)

I think this is how we are supposed to be in the world-present and in awe.

Butterflies and birds are like one perfect teaspoon of creation.

I wish grace and healing were more abracadabra kind of things. Also, that delicate silver bells would ring to announce grace's arrival. But no, it's clog and slog and scootch, on the floor, in the silence, in the dark.

I’ve heard it said that every day you need half an hour of quiet time for yourself, or your Self, unless you’re incredibly busy and stressed, in which case you need an hour. I promise you, it is there. Fight tooth and nail to find time, to make it. It is our true wealth, this moment, this hour, this day.