Once again, we are reminded that awakening, or enlightenment is not the property of Buddhism, any more than Truth is the property of Christianity. Neither the Buddha nor the Christ belongs exclusively to the communities...

Like go for a walk, say a little prayerTake a deep breath of mountain airPut on my glove and play some catchIt’s time that I make time for thatWade the shore and cast a lineLook...

He returned her love. He lusted after her sweet young body. He wanted her the way he wanted to breathe the spring air. He had never loved anyone before. He had not known even what...

No matter how strange things get, know that with every breath, you are becoming that which you have always been.

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

May youalways haveopenbreezy spacesin your mind.

Write what you love. Fill your pages with the beating of your own heart, the breath from your own lungs. Live through your characters. Let your characters live through you. Then you will love what...

Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.

And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he’s gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.

In the end it’s not about how many breaths you took. In the end it’s about the moments that took your breath away.