The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.
I want to make one thing absolutely clear. I am not a Zen Buddhist, I am not advocating Zen Buddhism, I am not trying to convert anyone to it. I have nothing to sell. I’m an entertainer. That is to say, in the same sense, that when you go to a concert and you listen to someone play Mozart, he has nothing to sell except the sound of the music. He doesn’t want to convert you to anything. He doesn’t want you to join an organization in favor of Mozart’s music as opposed to, say, Beethoven’s. And I approach you in the same spirit as a musician with his piano or a violinist with his violin. I just want you to enjoy a point of view that I enjoy.
You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.
The ultimate definition of bravery is not being afraid of who you are.
If uncertainty is unacceptable to you, it turns into fear. If it is perfectly acceptable, it turns into increased aliveness, alertness, and creativity.
It is not for you to judge the journey of another’s soul. It is for you to decide who you are, not who another has been, or has failed to be.
Happiness is your nature. It is not wrong to desire it. What is wrong is seeking it outside when it is inside.
Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, ‘Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.’ So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.
Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.
Love isn’t a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.