What strange beings we are! That sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we're afraid of our own immortality.

You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.

A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom.

God made the Illusion look Real and the Real an Illusion !

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.