When we believe in our thoughts, when we tell ourselves a story, we suffer. 'My husband doesn't respect me.' 'I should be thinner.' Those are stories. When there's no story, there's no suffering.

You cannot hurt me. Only I can do that.

The perfect world is created when the mind is free to see it.

So what is it with your mother that you haven't worked out yet?

What I say and what I'm really experiencing - those universes are very different.

What is perfect health? The unraveling of all imagined states of mind

I really believe I'm right. So, tell me, where am I wrong?