Life is like the Internet: sometimes is almost impossible to connect.
We get shy about saying things like I love you. Life is so short. It's crazy, that we hesitate to express our true thoughts to each other.
If everybody thinks of something, then it will happen. Your mind is part of the universe. It is connected, you can use its energy.
Distance doesn't exist, in fact, and neither does time. Vibrations from love or music can be felt everywhere, at all times.
Nobody's life is a bed of roses. We all have crosses to bear, and we all just do our best. I would never claim to have the worst situation. There are many widows, and many people dying of AIDS, many people killed in Lebanon, people starving all over the planet. So we have to count our lucky stars.
My beauty secret is. . . nothing! I don't drink too much water. I don't eat very well. Sometimes I cheat and grab some chocolate. The best thing is to eat what you want, but not very much.
People say that this new generation is so used to the Internet that their heads are already different. They can't read a book from beginning to end. That is not a tragedy. The book changes form.
From the outset Maxwell's theory excelled all others in elegance and in the abundance of the relations between the various phenomena which it included.
All of the rocky and metallic material we stand on, the iron in our blood, the calcium in our teeth, the carbon in our genes were produced billions of years ago in the interior of a red giant star. We are made of star stuff.
In meditation you can erase the conditioning. But still, you have to fight the description of the world that everyone else is carrying around.
Sure, I like my short hair. It also quadrupled my rate. I did get sick of seeing it on everybody, though - every stewardess, every salesclerk, and in every restaurant.