Courageous My Door Is Always Open quotations

"My door is always open - bring me your problems.

" This is guaranteed to turn on every whiner, lackey and neurotic on the property.

My door is always open quote Your mind will always believe everything you tell it. Feed it hope. Feed it trut
Your mind will always believe everything you tell it. Feed it hope. Feed it truth. Feed it with love.
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The best advice my mom has ever given me is to never give up.

She believes when one door shuts, another door opens. Always, always move forward.

My door is always open quote One day, you will wake up and there won't be any more time to do the thing you'v
One day, you will wake up and there won't be any more time to do the thing you've always wanted. Do it now.

My test for veracity has always been: How this will settle with a person who is dying? Boundlessness seemed to me to open the door to the true nature of mind that is pointed to in the Heart Sutra.

My daughter Lila loves the smell of gasoline - she always says, 'Mummy, keep the door open,' when I'm filling up the car. I've heard it is one of the most preferred scents in the world - maybe that's something to study for my next fragrance!

I have always seen myself as an athlete.

Of course, I made the mistake of unintentionally opening the door to my private life by just a crack. I wouldn't do the same thing again. It has to be accepted that my private life is private, and if that isn't the case, I have to do something about it.

My door is always open quote Do not set aside your happiness. Do not wait to be happy in the future. The best
Do not set aside your happiness. Do not wait to be happy in the future. The best time to be happy is always now.

I open the door to the fear landscape room and flip open the small black box that was in my back pocket to see the syringes inside. This is the box I have always used, padded around the needles; it is a sign of something sick inside me, or something brave.

how can he love me then not? He went,he ran.

And I cannot bring him back. Yet I left the door metaphorically wide open, hoping he'd come back and bang on it proclaiming, "I want to be here with you. Always." Soon I'm going to have to shutit. For my safety and my sanity. Let go. I don't want to. Won't letting go be just that - letting go? Giving up? Admitting failure? Admitting that it is really, truly over?