Best 33 quotes of Jacqueline Edgington on MyQuotes

Ahimsa smiled at the confused boy. He knew he had fed Jack impossible questions and because of it, he knew Jack would remain hungry. Ahimsa understood that this was his real purpose, the reason why he existed: To keep Jack hungry for answers. He never intended to cause Jack any hurt. Quite the opposite. He wanted to make Jack feel real—more real than he had ever felt in his whole life. That was the gift Ahimsa wanted to give to Jack, even if it wasn’t yet Christmas in Dhyāna Land. He knew it was the best gift Jack would ever receive: the gift of wonder, the gift of curiosity.

And whether you fall in or dive in, it’s good to get wet now and again. If you never got wet, you’d never learn how to swim.

Dat der ‘ouse ain’t me ‘ome, sonny boy. You’ll ne’r trap me in an ‘ouse. And anyways, what youngen doesn’t like knockin’ down sandcastles? It’s every boy’s dream t’ knock down a giant sandcastle. I ‘av a lot o’ fun buildin’ ‘em and knockin’ ‘em down. If I didn’t knock ‘em down, the tide ‘ll take ‘em. Nothin’ lasts ferever.” “Then where do you live?” asked Jack very much relieved. “Me, sonny boy, lives in a very quiet place where de silence is me windows,” answered the leprechaun.

Did I hurt you? Or are you just feeling hurt? They are two different things, Jack. When we lie to ourselves, the lies will surface so we can feel them. Lies never lie low. It’s the lie that hurts because it’s hiding the truth.

Everyone has a ticket to wherever they want to go. All they have to do is know where they are going. If you don’t know where you’re going, you can’t go where you want. That’s the ticket.

He felt your eyes reading these words on this page, trying to fathom out his story. He knew deep down that only he could live his story, not you. Your eyes looking into his dream have their own story. Your story that only you can truly experience because it’s seen with your eyes and told with your voice.

He heard the boy conclude that all the fish were nice because they never tasted salty. They always remained fresh even though they lived in a salty sea. “Perhaps we can all learn a thing or two from a fish,” mused Jack

He thought of the fish they had caught. “Can a fish ask themselves if they are real or not?” he pondered. Were they real because he had eaten one? He wondered what had become of the fish he had eaten. Was the fish now a part of him or was he what he ate? Was he a part of a fish? It was all so perplexing. Just like a mysterious dream in a children’s book.

He wondered why he felt real. He knew he was but how did he know? What was it that made him so sure? What was it he felt deep down inside of him? And then the answer came. The answer lay in the question. He was real because he could ask himself that question. If he wasn’t real, he couldn’t ask himself if he was real or not. He wouldn’t even be able to think about it if it wasn’t true. That’s what made him real, he thought. There was more to him than just his reflection in a mirror. There was something beneath his skin. Something that could listen to his thoughts. Something that was more.

How do you know? How do you know you’re a real boy? You might be a story in a book,” Ahimsa challenged. “That’s it! You’re a Jack-in-the-Book and only pop out when the pages are opened,” he scoffed.

If you cannot remember your dreams, then you cannot find the good things.

If you don’t have a history, then you can’t have a future.

Life by its very nature is a challenge. It’s just like going to school. You learn and then you’re tested. If you don’t understand what you’ve learnt, you must retake the test, maybe over and over again until you begin to understand. It’s called life’s lessons in a school of rainy days and bright sunshine. The more you learn and become aware, the easier it is for you to forecast what lies ahead. It’s called intuition.

Look into the pool of water, Jack. That’s where the lies disappear. They can’t live in the water because water is transparent. That is where truth is revealed.

Of course, you have a ticket,” the conductor replied. “Everyone has a ticket to wherever they want to go.

People celebrate you once a year and then they forget about you. It’s like you’re a story in a book and once the story has been read, the words disappear with the closing of the book until another year jogs their memory and they remember you existed. I only existed when people noticed me at Christmas, especially the kids. You’d think that was the only reason I existed. It’s like I had no other purpose. They didn’t even know my name. Who gets to decide my fate for me? I do have a free will you know,” said Ahimsa continuing his rant.

The monkey puzzle tree has absorbed your bad memories. It’s heard your words and read your thoughts. It will keep your memories, just like history is stored with words in a book. The monkey puzzle tree feeds off history good and bad, happy or sad. Trees are record keepers and this particular tree has more records than any other living tree. If trees disappeared, there will be no records to tell that we even existed. There will be no present, no past and therefore no future,” explained Petucan.

There are predators in these woods. There are sly foxes, mean skunks and rabbits that will skip out on you when you need them the most. The only way to be safe is to learn who you are; then, you can become who you want to be.

There’s a cosmic blueprint that lives in all things. That’s how we can find anything we want to, even if it tries to hide from us. We all have a map within us to wherever we want to go. This universal map guides the birds so they know how to fly south. It guides the flowers so they face towards the sun. The rivers of life follow the map so they can become one with the ocean.

They are called stuckerpillers because they get stuck together. They depend so much on each other even when they become unhappy living together. They can’t leave each other because they’ve become one. They lose their own identity and then they get confused. They become helpless. When one stuckerpiller wants to go in one direction and the other stuckerpiller wants to go in the opposite direction, they end up pulling against each other, never really getting anywhere.

Tis good to laugh. Yer gotta laugh and laugh out loud,” said the leprechaun. “You can cry if you want to but laughin’s better.

We are all part of something mysteriously wonderful. Within each of us lies the key to write our own story and create our unique reality.

Well, my book is real,” affirmed Ahimsa as he hugged his book of Christmas carols like a sacred bible. “So, if Santa is written in there, which he IS, then he’s real too! Santa exists just like ink on a page exists, so there!” “Well, I’ve never seen him,” argued Jack. “And I’ve never seen a thought, but I can think!” Ahimsa shot back.

We never forget; a fox will always be a sly fox. A skunk will continue to be a smelly skunk, and a rabbit will continue to hop. Even a hedgehog will prick you if you get too close. Everyone lives up to their true nature but you’re different, Jack. You can think. You can think about what it is you want to be, and then you can become how you think.

What were you before you were a monkey?” asked Jack. With a smile, Petucan answered, “First I was a thought. Then I became words in a book. Now, I’m part of a story in a dream or maybe I’m a dream in a story. But to you, I’m a stuffed monkey and now I’m your friend. We all have lots of labels. But the secret is, we can be anything we want to be. You can be alone, Jack, but you don’t have to be lonely.

What will come true is exactly what you wish for.

When your mind is distracted with all these game machines, you become mindless. When you don’t think, your mind becomes blank. You don’t use your imagination anymore. You don’t plan and you stop looking forward. Television can do the same thing if you’re not careful. It can stop you from using your mind. When you stop using your mind, you chug along on the Mindless Express going nowhere. You forget to look at how beautiful the world is. Your energy flows where your attention goes and then drains away until nothing is left. The more you play with machines, the less you play in the world around you. Eventually, your world disappears because you’ve forgotten about it. You wake up one day and find it all gone. It’s too late. You’ve wasted your time on the Mindless Express. You lose your chance to make a difference in the world. Your story never gets told.

Where are we. it’s easy to see. As quick as a blink, we are where we think

You can blame your difficulties on your parents, but every time you do, it’s like sitting in mud. Each time you blame, you sink a little further until you get stuck. When you get stuck, you can’t act to make things better. You won’t become anything if you keep blaming. You’ll always be stuck in the mud. But when you stop blaming, then you can act. You can act like people do in fairy tales. You can write your own lines. You can create your own story.

You can only know how you feel. You can feel angry and sad, happy or mad. Your feelings can teach you a lot. But you’re more than your feelings, Jack. You can be anything you want to be.

You have to be a best friend to yourself. If you hate yourself then everyone else will see that and they won’t like you either. You have to be your own best friend. You can rely on yourself, Jack. You can trust yourself. That’s the secret. When you blame everyone else for your bad luck, it takes away your power to help yourself.

You have to face your nightmares, Jack. You have to unpack them like you would open up a gift. You must take your nightmares out of the box you’ve stuffed them into so you can learn what are lies and what is the truth.

You have to forgive yourself. Everyone does something that needs forgiveness. It’s impossible to live a life where you don’t have to say you’re sorry. But the most important person to say sorry to is yourself.