The guardians of high culture will try to convince you that the arts belong only to a chosen few, but they are wrong and they are also annoying.
Yoga is to find union – between mind and body, between the individual and her God, between our thoughts and the source of our thoughts, between teacher and student..
What kind of dog is that?” I would always give the same answer: “She’s a brown dog.” Similarly, when the question is raised, “What kind of God do you believe in?” my answer is easy: “I believe in a magnificent God.
You don’t need to conduct autopsies on your disasters.
We had more fun waiting in line together at the Department of Motor Vehicles than most couples have on their honeymoons. We gave each other same nickname, so there would be no separation between us. We made goals, vows, promises and dinner together. He read books to me…
I equal parts loved him and could not stand him. I couldn’t wake him to share in my distress.
When you’re lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you’ve just wandered off the path, that you’ll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it’s time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don’t even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.
A fish and a bird may indeed fall in love, but where shall they live?
It’s not fair for you to come here,
What do you love even more than you love your own ego?