Your suffering is never caused by the person you're blaming.

You can only see what you believe—nothing else is possible.

You can never make yourself believe that you're loveable, however hard you try, because when the chips are down what you really believe rises to the surface of the mind to replace what you want to believe.

Everyone in your life is a figment of your imagination--ev en you.

Just because we love someone, we begin to notice that love is an experience and we have to do something with it. We don't have to marry people or date them because we care about them very deeply. It's an experience.

I would go out into the desert. The desert was my teacher. I didn't know about gurus and wise people-I wasn't a reader.

How do you react when you think you need people's love? Do you become a slave for their approval?