Waking up this morning, I smile. Twenty-four brand new hours are before me. I vow to live fully in each moment and to look at all beings with eyes of compassion.
― Thich Nhat Hanh (via 2012happiness)
Feelings, whether of compassion or irritation, should be welcomed, recognized, and treated on an absolutely equal basis; because both are ourselves. The tangerine I am eating is me. The mustard greens I am planting are me. I plant with all my heart and mind. I clean this teapot with the kind of attention I would have were I giving the baby Buddha or Jesus a bath. Nothing should be treated more carefully than anything else. In mindfulness, compassion, irritation, mustard green plant, and teapot are all sacred.
― Thich Nhat Hanh, The Miracle of Mindfulness
I promise myself that I will enjoy every minute of the day that is given me to live.
― Thich Nhat Hanh, Anger: Wisdom for Cooling the Flames
The true miracle is not walking on water or walking in air, but simply walking on this earth.
― Thich Nhat Hanh
Through my love for you, I want to express my love for the whole cosmos, the whole of humanity, and all beings. By living with you, I want to learn to love everyone and all species. If I succeed in loving you, I will be able to love everyone and all species on Earth… This is the real message of love.
― Thich Nhat Hanh, Teachings on Love
Smiling is very important. If we are not able to smile, then the world will not have peace. It is not by going out for a demonstration against nuclear missiles that we can bring about peace. It is with our capacity of smiling, breathing, and being peace that we can make peace.
Thich Nhat Hanh (via yogaprivatelessons)
Be a drunkard, drunk with life, with the wine of existence.Don’t remain sober. The sober person remains dead. Drink the wine of life. It has so much poetry and so much love and so much juice. You can bring the spring any moment. Just give a call to the spring and let the sun and the wind and the rain enter into you.
How well did you love? How fully did you live? How deeply did you let go?
The wound was not flowering yet, his heart was still fighting his fate, cheerfulness and victory had yet to shine forth from his chagrin. But he felt hope….
Siddartha, by Herman Hesse