Byron Katie

Sanity doesn’t suffer, ever.

No one can hurt me—that’s my job.

I don’t let go of concepts—I question them. Then they let go of me.

If I think you’re my problem, I’m insane.

I’m a lover of what is, not because I’m a spiritual person, but because it hurts when I argue with reality.

Is it true?

Can you absolutely know that it's true?

How do you react when you believe that thought?

Who would you be without the thought?

“I don’t know” is my favorite position.

When I argue with reality, I lose—but only 100% of the time.

When I walk into a room, I know that everyone in it loves me. I just don’t expect them to realize it yet.

When I am perfectly clear, what is is what I want.

For me, reality is God, because it rules.

If I had a prayer, it would be this: “God spare me from the desire for love, approval, and appreciation. Amen.”