I don't believe that there are no spiritual beings around us. I don't know what to call them, I don't know how they work. But I know they're there.

I have come to believe that there are infinite passageways out of the shadows, infinite vehicles to transport us into the light.

Whether you've seen angels floating around your bedroom or just found a ray of hope at a lonely moment, choosing to believe that something unseen is caring for you can be a life-shifting exercise.

I cannot count the times I've been defeated, humiliated, or physically injured immediately after saying the words, 'Hey, how hard can it be?' But that never seems to stop me from saying them again.

Whoever said love is blind is dead wrong. Love is the only thing that lets us see each other with the remotest accuracy.

All mental hygiene is based on the core practice of doing nothing. Most of us are good at wasting time, staring at the wall while telling ourselves we should be working. We call this doing nothing, but our brains are furiously active. We think constantly, and our thinking is often rife with distress.