What did Byron Katie mean by: I can find only three kinds of business in the Universe: mine, yours, and God’s. - Byron Katie Author · USA Copy
+ The Ego’s job is to kill everything but itself Feraz Zeid, June 29, 2023December 12, 2023, Byron Katie, Ego, 0 - Byron Katie Author · USA
+ Every mind deserves to be free. Feraz Zeid, October 9, 2023December 26, 2023, Byron Katie, Deserve, Mind, 0 - Byron Katie Author · USA
+ My experience is that the teachers we need most are the people we’re living with right now. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Byron Katie, Teacher, 0 - Byron Katie Author · USA
+ Joy is a natural way of being. Feraz Zeid, July 1, 2023December 12, 2023, Byron Katie, Joy, Natural, 0 - Byron Katie Author · USA
+ You either believe what you think or you question it. There’s no other choice. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Byron Katie, Believe, Choices, 0 - Byron Katie Author · USA
+ When I am perfectly clear, what is is what I want. Feraz Zeid, June 29, 2023December 12, 2023, Byron Katie, Clarity, 0 - Byron Katie Author · USA
+ We’ve been looking outside us for our own peace. We’ve been looking in the wrong direction. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Byron Katie, Peace, Wrong Direction, 0 - Byron Katie Author · USA
+ It makes sense that no one else can cause you pain. That’s your job. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Byron Katie, Pain, 0 - Byron Katie Author · USA
That’s the trouble, I can’t forget him. He was everything to me, except mine. - Jennifer Worth Midwife · England
Well, I’m not here to live up to anyone else’s expectations-I’m here to live up to mine. - Jeremy Lin Basketball player
Perhaps poetry will be the canary in the mine-shaft warning us of what’s to come. - Galway Kinnell Poet · USA
My body parts are all I have left now that are only mine – the world owns everything else. - Megan Fox
Do I believe in God? Yes I do. When you’ve had a life like mine, you have to. - Michael Caine Actor · United Kingdom
My mind is lovely as a spruce, and I and those that love me make it mine. - Michael McClure Poet · USA
