The only and dearest relationship is the mind's relationship with itself.

My happiness isn't dependent on anyone else's.

You don’t experience anxiety unless you’re attached to a thought that isn’t true for you. It’s that simple.

Reality doesn't wait for your opinion, vote, or permission, sweetheart. It just keeps being what it is and doing what it does.

Seeking love keeps you from the awareness that you already have it—that you are it.

Fear is blind. There are some options in it, but they're very limited as compared to the options available to the fearless mind.

What would it be like to let go of wanting things to be other than they are?