The only and dearest relationship is the mind's relationship with itself.
Reality is always the story of a past, and what I love about the past is—it's over.
If people are living their lives for security and comfort and pleasure, then mind's every waking moment will be plotting those things. That's how it stays identified - as a body, as a you.
Love is who we are without our stories.
As far as intellect, what else is there? Without intellect, no story and no world.
Sadness isn't a natural response.