Richard Bach
American author.
As long as we believe in sequential time, we see becoming, instead of being. Beyond time, we're all one.
Fly free and happy beyond birthdays and across forever, and we'll meet now and then when we wish, in the midst of the one celebration that never can end.
Everything in this book may be wrong.
You've given up your whole life to be the person you are now. Is it worth it?
The gull sees farthest who flies highest.
If your happiness depends on what somebody else does, I guess you do have a problem.
You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it true.
You may have to work for it, however.
The best way to pay for a lovely moment is to enjoy it.
The music broke from the piano like clear cold water from a prophet-touched rock, pouring and splashing around us while her fingers leaped and spread, curled and stiffened and melted and flickered in magic pass and streaked lightning above the keyboard. Never before had she played for me... because we were lovers now, was she free to play...?
The things we own, the places we live, the events of our lives: empty settings. How easy to chase after settings, and forget diamonds! The only thing that matters, at the end of a stay on earth, is how well did we love, what was the quality of our love?
If it's never our fault, we can't take responsibility for it. If we can't take responsibility for it, we'll always be its victim.
The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.
You're going to die a horrible death, remember. It's all good training, and you'll enjoy it more if you keep the facts in mind.
Take your dying with some seriousness, however. Laughing on the way to your execution is not generally understood by less advanced lifeforms, and they'll call you crazy.
The opposite of loneliness, it's not togetherness. It is intimacy.
The simplest questions are the most profound.
Where were you born?
Where is your home?
Where are you going?
What are you doing?
Think about these once in awhile, and watch your answers change.
There are no mistakes. The events we bring upon ourselves, no matter how unpleasant, are necessary in order to learn what we need to learn; whatever steps we take, they're necessary to reach the places we've chosen to go.
Imagine the universe beautiful and just and perfect.
Then be sure of one thing:
The Is has imagined it quite a bit better than you have.
We're all the sons of God, or children of the Is, or ideas of the Mind, or however else you want to say it.
You teach best what you most need to learn.