We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
Love isn’t finding a perfect person. It’s seeing an imperfect person perfectly.
Freedom is an inside job.
There are two questions a man must ask himself: The first is ‘Where am I going?’ and the second is ‘Who will go with me?’ If you ever get these questions in the wrong order you are in trouble.
To love is to return to a home we never left, to remember who we are.
Our society has been eaten up by the economic view of things, which routinely forces us to work at jobs that don’t mean anything.
The root of humanly caused evil is not man’s animal nature, not territorial aggression, or innate selfishness, but our need to gain self-esteem, deny our mortality, and achieve a heroic self-image. Our desire for the best is the cause of the worst.
Compassion begins with the acknowledgment of the single inescapable truth that is the foundation for the possibility of love between human beings – an awareness of the tragic sense of life.
Human beings are what I think of as “biomythic” animals: we’re controlled largely by the stories we tell. When we get the story wrong, we get out of harmony with the rest of the natural order.
Soul grows in communion. Word by word, story by story, for better or worse, we build our world. From true conversation – speaking and listening – communication deepens into compassion and creates community.
In the degree that we remember and retell our stories and create new ones we become the authors, the authorities, of our own lives.
To be on a quest is nothing more or less than to become an asker of questions.
Trust what moves you most deeply.