Deepak Chopra

Silence is the great teacher, and to learn its lessons you must pay attention to it. There is no substitute for the creative inspiration, knowledge, and stability that come from knowing how to contact your core of inner silence. The great Sufi poet Rumi wrote, Only let the moving waters calm down, and the sun and moon will be reflected on the surface of your being.

Surrender is faith that the power of love can accomplish anything… even when you can not foresee the outcome.

You and I are essentially infinite choice-makers. In every moment of our existence, we are in that field of all possibilities where we have access to an infinity of choices.

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.

Our thinking and our behaviour are always in anticipation of a response. It is therefore fear-based.

The physical world, including our bodies, is a response of the observer. We create our bodies as we create the experience of our world.

Always stay true to yourself and never let what somebody else says distract you from your goals.

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.

There is no wisdom in useless and hopeless sorrow, but there is something in it so like virtue, that he who is wholly without it cannot be loved.

The less a man thinks or knows about his virtues, the better we like him.

You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.

Take away the danger and remove the restraint, and wayward nature runs free.

Every man supposes himself not to be fully understood or appreciated.

Nothing so needs reforming as other people’s habits.

If I knew for a certainty that a man was coming to my house with the conscious design of doing me good, I should run for my life.

Pessimism is only the name that men of weak nerve give to wisdom.

I was young and foolish then; now I am old and foolisher.

Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o clock is a scoundrel.

Language is only the instrument of science, and words are but the signs of ideas: I wish, however, that the instrument might be less apt to decay, and that signs might be permanent, like the things they denote.

Today is a king in disguise.

Why was the human race created? Or at least why wasn’t something creditable created in place of it? God had His opportunity. He could have made a reputation. But no, He must commit this grotesque folly – a lark which must have cost Him a regret or two when He came to think it over and observe effects.