We Suffer Only Until We Realize That

Reality Is Always The Story Of A Past, And What I Love About The Past Is—it's Over.

I Came To See That The World Is Always As It Should Be, Whether I Opposed It Or Not.

I Used To Sleep On The Floor Next To The Bed, Because I Believed That I Didn't Even Deserve A Bed To Sleep In. And Then, One Morning, A Cockroach Crawled Onto My Leg. I Looked At It, And Suddenly I Awoke From A Kind Of Hypnotic Trance In Which I Had Been All My Life.

Every Mind Deserves To Be Free. When The Mind Is Free, That's The End Of Suffering.

When You Become A Lover Of What Is, The War Is Over.