If we could see that everything, even tragedy, is a gift in diguise, we would then find the best way to nourish the soul.

My patients taught me not how to die, but how to live.

I once considered writing a book called I'm not OK and you're not OK, and that's OK.

Every individual human being born on this earth has the capacity to become a unique and special person, unlike any who has ever existed before or ever will exist again.

Is war perhaps nothing else but a need to face death, to conquer and master it, to come out of it alive -- a peculiar form of denial of our mortality?

Real love doesn't die. It's the physical body that dies. Genuine, authentic love has no expectations whatsoever; it doesn't even need the physical presence of a person. ... Even when he is dead and buried that part of you that loves the person will always live.

There are no mistakes, no coincidences; all events are blessings given to us to learn from.