The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there?
It’s not hard to decide what you want your life to be about. What’s hard is figuring out what you’re willing to give up in order to do the things you really care about.
The mind is a superb instrument if used rightly. Used wrongly, however, it becomes very destructive. To put it more accurately, it is not so much that you use your mind wrongly—you usually don’t use it at all. It uses you. This is the disease. You believe that you are your mind. This is the delusion. The instrument has taken you over.
When I dance, I dance; when I sleep, I sleep; yes, and when I walk alone in a beautiful orchard, if my thoughts drift to far-off matters for some part of the time for some other part I lead them back again to the walk, the orchard, to the sweetness of this solitude, to myself.
You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.
You need to hear the truth about yourself as frequently as possible, because your mind is so preoccupied with false self-images.
Shift your attention from words to silence and you will hear.