Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.
My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.
Love cannot be learned or taught. Love comes as Grace.
Let your Teacher be Love itself.
Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.
Do you hear what the music is saying? 'Come follow me and you will find the way. Your mistakes can also lead you to the truth. When you ask, the answer will be given.'