I came to see that the world is always as it should be, whether I opposed it or not.

If you're yelling within you that they shouldn't yell at you, that is where the pain begins, not with their yelling at you.

I love what I think, and I'm never tempted to believe it. Thoughts are like the wind or the leaves on the trees or the raindrops falling. They're not personal, they don't belong to us, they just come and go. When they're met with understanding, they're friends.

The miracle of love comes to you in the presence of the uninterpreted moment. If you are mentally somewhere else, you miss real life.

What you’re believing in the moment creates your suffering or your happiness.

Until you can love what is - everything, including the apparent violence and craziness - you're separate from the world, and you'll see it as dangerous and frightening.

The pain shows you what's left to investigate.