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

When you die, God and the Angels will hold you accountable for all the pleasures you were allowed in life that you denied yourself.

Most of us make an effort to do and be the best we can be, which leads to a distinction we need to make between the notion of struggle and the notion of effort.

We have to be on time every day for one thing or another, so how can we be on time and yet not in time at the same time?

When the heart opens, we forget ourselves and the world pours in: this world, and also the invisible world of meaning that sustains everything that was and ever shall be.

When we are open to ourselves and our own experience, and therefore, open to the world, then the world can respond.

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