The everyday, familiar sense of self who lives in time, and that dimension which we've called presence, that is always here, that is still and quiet.

The heart, like the grape, is prone to delivering its harvest in the same moment it appears to be crushed.

I don't think one can run out and try and chase love.

I've come to see that the way my life shows up is actually my purpose.

If you want to know your purpose, look at the unfolding of your life, because that is your gift to the world. It may not look spectacular, but nobody else has the precise life that you do. It's a gift no one else can offer.

We can acquire as much knowledge as we would like with a few taps on our keyboard. That's extremely valuable, but wisdom comes again from some different dimension.

The capacity to become aware of the givens of our existence - such as change - and to actually welcome those as just part of our human experience releases the struggle.