God picks you up. You don't pick yourself up. You're the one who knocked you down or even if somebody else knocked you down, your willingness to believe that what they said had value, was your conspiring with them, with their effort to knock you down - I've never been able to get myself up and I've noticed that every time I ask God to pick me up - he does.

It can take years of tears to melt the hardness that develops in this world, covering our tender, gentler inner selves. Tears for every devastating loss, tears for every humiliating failure, tears for every repeated mistake. Those who honor those tears, and even honor them, are not failures at love but rather its true initiates. First the pain and then the power. First the heart breaks and then it soars.

Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.

The concept of a divine, or 'Christ'-mind, is the idea that, at our core, we are not just identical, but actually the same being.

I believe we are shown the path that is right as soon as we ask for it. Then we must live in the world and in some way express what we have learned.

When an idea reaches critical mass there is no stopping the shift its presence will induce.

Angry people cannot create a peaceful planet