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

Every (stressful thought) is a variation on a single theme: This shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't be having this experience. God is unjust. Life isn't fair.

We may appear to be mean but we're really only frightened.

When you realize that every stressful moment you experience is a gift that points you to your own freedom, life becomes very kind.

Reality is always the story of a past, and what I love about the past is—it's over.

So, how can we live in joy - and how can we know that we're supposed to live in joy the way people tell us to - when we're believing thoughts that bring on sadness and frustration and anger and alienation and loneliness? When we're believing those thoughts, we think that's the world, rather than what we're believing about the world. We're like lost little children.

When you become a lover of what is, the war is over.