It is only the rooms of the present I wish to inhabit.

The impetuous wind can ignite the fire or put it out.

The Buddha told him, "When we sit, we know we are sitting. When we walk, we know we are walking. When we eat, we know we are eating,

She plucked the blossoms from the bag and arranged them, one by one, in the water glass on her dressing table.
"They'll never keep," I said. "They're [hibiscus] a terrible cutting flower. They'll wilt by morning."
"I know," she said." But don't they look so pretty right now, just as they are?"
I nodded. I wished I could see the beauty in the moment the way Kitty did. It was a gift.

Even as we live with the knowledge that each day might be our last, we don’t want to believe it.

When it comes to happiness, why would anyone want to delay it?