No negative reaction has the power to release you from what it blames for your pain in that moment...

If you are among the chosen few, the Almighty will prove your pride to be pointless; but, if you're among the truly fortunate ones -- who choose to be chosen -- you will be forever thankful to the Divine for showing you the truth of this unthinkable revelation...

The awareness of the whole of ourselves is the cancellation of time... for in this undivided state of consciousness no memory is needed to produce a sense of self...

Once we learn what it means to see the truth of ourselves -- to accept each revelation as a herald of the healing it brings -- then we will not only understand what it means to accept each moment as it is given, but we will also learn to be grateful for what it has come to teach us about ourselves.

The fear of what may lie just ahead does not exist without the unconscious parts of us clinging -- painfully -- to what no longer serves the purpose for which it was originally created...

Imagining all that remains to be done to realize the contentment we seek -- or that we must struggle with to attain some illusive peace of mind -- is like trying to calm the ripples on the surface of a reflecting pond...

There is only one requirement if our wish is to "boldly go where no one has gone before"... and that is to realize that not only are we the explorer, but the new frontier is either found within us, or not at all...

The true purpose of any troublesome "mountain" that seems to appear out of nowhere -- standing directly between us and what we want -- isn't to make us into better climbers, or even to finally crest its summit...

Until the peace and pleasure found within us is equal to -- or greater than any consolation found outside of ourselves -- then our power to be patient, loving, and profitable in every moment is, at best, conditional...

There is no Love in thought; no wisdom in knowledge. There is no kindness, let alone compassion in any image; were Michelangelo himself to have painted the likeness of the most tantalizing loaf of bread ever imagined... still, it could do nothing to ease the pain of hunger.

It's impossible to die to the pain of our past... as long as we remain identified with an unconscious nature that can't seem to go through a day without reliving some dark memory it then summarily resists...

Here’s why no rest can be found in the thought (of any time to come) regardless how temporarily comforting it may seem: there is no end to the thinker’s desire to resolve the angst inherent in its own conflicted thinking...