All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
To love someone is to learn the song in their heart and sing it to them when they have forgotten.
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.
Live a balanced life – learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
Don’t worry that children never listen to you. Worry that they are always watching you.
If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you’ve got a problem. Everything else is an inconvenience.
The most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention. A loving silence often has far more power to heal and to connect than the most well-intentioned words.
There are few things in life more heartwarming than to be welcomed by a cat.
The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant, and let the air out of the tires.
We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.
Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding, find out what you already know, and you’ll see the way to fly.
I may not be walking beside you all the time, but I am forever walking inside you.
One of life’s best coping mechanisms is to know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem. If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you’ve got a problem. Everything else is an inconvenience. Life is inconvenient. Life is lumpy.
The grass is not, in fact, always greener on the other side of the fence. Fences have nothing to do with it. The grass is greenest where it is watered. When crossing over fences, carry water with you and tend the grass wherever you may be.
Don’t assume that every sad-eyed woman has loved and lost – sometimes they have loved and won.
Anyone who thinks the art of conversation is dead ought to tell a child to go to bed.
Art is creativity making itself manifest. Ideas are creative invasions. Value is the invisible motivation that gives life.
All moms are working moms.
The magic words for a great relationship are, I love you just the way you are.
If you don’t have daily bread, don’t worry. Love feeds on miracles. Everything else is just a snack.
Peace is not something you wish for. It’s something you make, something you do, something you are, and something you give away.
If you want an alternative to getting angry and frustrated at people and things not being perfect, begin by creating a perfect morning. Just for yourself, as a sanctuary. Discover that when you do, you’ll be better equipped to heal the world for others too.
For which cause everything is created, including us, and given a name and meaning in order to be found.
If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should not grow old.
People are like snowflakes and fingerprints. Similar at first glance, but each uniquely beautiful and one of a kind.
I cannot predict the outcome of the next encounter. But I do know the characteristics of the best leading men in my life. They didn’t stand on the sidelines and shout. They came on the field and performed.
If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?
Perhaps if we saw what was ahead for us, and glimpsed the follies, and misfortunes that would befall us later on, we would all stay in our mother’s wombs, and then there would be nobody in the world but a great number of very fat, very irritated women.
We’re all a little weird. And life is weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.
In Africa, when you pick up a mirror in the morning, you have to have the guts to really look into it and see bad things as well as good. Otherwise, it is just a piece of glass.
A man sits with his dog on a hillside in the spring and sees happy faces in the clouds. Alone or with friend, he is a little sad beneath them, for fear that this is as good as it gets, and he is saddened also knowing it is. Such is life.
For a scientist, the ultimate satisfaction is new data, new research, new ways of looking at things. So, when younger people pick up where we leave off, we give them this continuing challenge, of both the hazards and the rewards.
If you never stand up for yourself, you will never stand a chance. Even against yourself.
When you begin to care less about what others think of you, you free yourself to become who you truly are.
Life is enchanted for everyone in the Hell Room.
Time does not heal everything, but acceptance can.
Believe in magic, but never wait for a propitious occasion to open it.
Holding hands to pray is an expression of faith without voice, religion that has evolved from the ages.
Celebrate everything! Even birthdays. It is a ritual that helps us remember the love.
Candles in the dark, the flame calls out to the shadow — light dance with me.
Bless them, if we like to think of the good guys coming to the rescue. But there are no good guys or bad guys. Just guys. It takes work and practice.
The belief in the connection between the physical, the spiritual and magical strength of the soul has been shared by all peoples throughout the history of humanity.
Cease to read the daily newspapers and watch the news before traumatic thoughts have invaded the brain.
The artists in our society meet the need for people and their own survival in quiet and unobtrusive ways.
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