You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing. You don't have to do anything to earn it. Your shortcomings, your lack of self-esteem, physical perfection, or social and economic success- none of that matters. No one can take this love away from you, and it will always be here.

There are no accidents.

The art of life is to stay wide open and be vulnerable, yet at the same time to sit with the mystery and the awe and with the unbearable pain - to just be with it all.

Caring is a reflex...You live, you help.

We're fascinated by the words--but where we meet is in the silence behind them.

You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing.

I have always said that often the religion you were born with becomes more important to you as you see the universality of truth.