To heal illness, begin by restoring balance.

I love myself enough-not in a schmaltzy garbage sense, Hallmark stuff, I'm talking respect myself-I respect my life-force enough to no longer waste it.

People suffer when they pursue a life or chase a dream that doesn’t belong to them.

There is nothing easy about becoming conscious. My own life was much easier before I knew about the deeper meaning of choice, the power of choice that accompanies taking responsibility. Abdicating responsibility to an outside source can seem, at least for the moment, so much easier. Once you know better, however, you can't get away with kidding yourself for long.

You cannot make a miracle like love happen.

I hold myself accountable for my contradictions. I deeply, deeply believe in the mystical laws. I know that every thought sends an eternity in motion. I mean, I know what I am capable of as a teacher; I know what I'm capable of because of my intelligence. But I also know that that's useless if - I have been humiliated so often, when I think that I can combat the terrors of life with intelligence. Because you can't. It'll bring you to your knees.

Finding the right healing path requires all or nothing. Once you place conditions on healing, all you can achieve is conditional healing.