“Belief is at best an educated, informed conjecture about Reality.”
“He knows not where he s going, For the ocean will decide, Its not the destination, It s the glory of the ride”
“To escape from the world means that one s mind is not concerned with the opinions of the world.”
“Who we are now is all that really matters.”
“Stay in the center, and you will be ready to move in any direction.”
“The changeless is what knows the change, the changeless is unconditioned”
“Life is a journey. Time is a river. The door is ajar”
“The truth knocks on the door and you say, Go away, I m looking for the truth, and so it goes away. Puzzling.”
“The way out is through the door. Why is it that no one will use this method?”
“Life is more or less a lie, but then again, that s exactly the way we want it to be.”
“I have no news of my coming or passing away-- the whole thing happened quicker than a breath; ask no questions of the moth.”
“Consider your own place in the universal oneness of which we are all a part, from which we all arise, and to which we all return.”
“If you are unable to find the truth right where you are, where else do you expect to find it?”
“that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it gets I wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind”
“Then we’re just sitting there, staring at each other. Which has been happening a lot lately. It’s like whatever wall there was between us, however she was holding herself back from me . . . all of that pretense is gone. “And when you find a soul mate,” Sara says, “it’s undeniable. You have to be together.” “That’s my philosophy.” I look back at her. “You have to go with the flow.” “Exactly. I think the universe guides you to make the right choices.” “Do you believe in fate?” “I guess, but . . . it’s more about creating the life you want so you can make that fate a reality. You know?”
“You are already that which you seek”
“...it s like this. Sometimes, when you ve a very long street ahead of you, you think how terribly long it is and feel sure you ll never get it swept. And then you start to hurry. You work faster and faster and every time you look up there seems to be just as much left to sweep as before, and you try even harder, and you panic, and in the end you re out of breath and have to stop--and still the street stretches away in front of you. That s not the way to do it. You must never think of the whole street at once, understand? You must only concentrate on the next step, the next breath, the next stroke of the broom, and the next, and the next. Nothing else. That way you enjoy your work, which is important, because then you make a good job of it. And that s how it ought to be. And all at once, before you know it, you find you ve swept the whole street clean, bit by bit. what s more, you aren t out of breath. That s important, too...”