Best 52 quotes of Sharon Weil on MyQuotes

All it takes is rumor...The danger itself is irrelevant. It's the perception of danger we're selling.

A rhythm becomes a habit when we can no longer hear the music.

A wish is a single unit of hope. It’s a single request for something I dearly desire.

Change moves incrementally from breath to breath and moment to moment, allowing for course-correction along the way.

Change occurs on a continuum and does not move in a straight line.

Community is a context and can either facilitate or inhibit the movement of change for the individual.

Don't be afraid that things are changing, because indeed they always are.

Emotions have their own movement. They move like waves: huge tsunami waves, choppy rapids, or long slow tides. The best way I know to work with emotion, especially strong and difficult emotion is to let it move like a wave, allow it to complete its movement and, eventually, to leave. If the movement gets held back, if it gets trapped and stagnates, or an inner turbulence stirs, the unexpressed emotion and grief can turn into physical illness, fatigue, depression, anxiety, or other displaced emotion.

Every journey towards change begins with awareness.

Everything in my environment is offering me feedback, if I will only listen.

Given that I don’t know anything, when I am making up stories about the future, why not make it a good story instead of a scary one?

Healing restores to wholeness that which has been injured or fragmented.

Hope dreams into being what is possible but not yet formed.

Hope is a helium balloon. It is a wish lantern set out into the dark sky of night.

Hope requires waiting. Waiting requires patience.

If I bother to listen, I can navigate by failure just as much as I can navigate by success.

If I’m going to have hope, I’m going to have to learn to endure disappointment.

If we can’t feel into the heart of grief, we can’t truly move on to experience hope and joy. We can’t be present to what is now, and what is next, because we are bound by the loss and sorrow that holds us to the past. Grief has to flow. It has to be carried, not just by you, but by the others with you, by your community, until it transforms to the next rightful calling of your heart to action.

I hate spinach," the President of the United States blurted out. "Not the least bit sorry to see it happen." He spoke these candid words in a hush-hush, closed-door meeting with a "special advisor" from agribusiness giant, AgriNu. "Hate it." The President went on, "You know what else I hate? Peas. Despise peas... and there's so many of them." Edwin Edwards (why do parents do that?), otherwise known as Mr. Ed, leaned back with a sly smile. "What if I told you there was a way to get rid of spinach? And peas? And, at the same time, break open this damned European block to our special genetically modified seeds, allowing us to finally take control of the world market?" The President settled back in his seat, indicating for him to go on. Despite not liking vegetables, the President liked a man with a big appetite.

Imagination belongs to hope. It’s the creative dance of possibility.

I’m growing mushrooms… because I can’t kill them. They just keep multiplying…and it’s like…I’m in service to them.

In forgiving others, I free myself towards belonging and wholeness, be it with the person I am forgiving, or with myself.

Information can compel us to want to take action, but information, by itself, is often not enough to motivate action or change.

In order to be effective, be responsive. In order to be responsive, listen.

Isolation is at the heart of all disease, therefore healing requires community and the support of others.

Loss is an inevitable part of change.

Lovers remain in each other's energy fields for 21 days after intercourse. Renewed with each act. Do the math. Choose wisely... otherwise you're carrying that stink with you for a long time...Stop having sex right now!...All of you. Until you know you're not giving yourselves away." - Sheerah

My grief reminds me what is dear to my heart by what is no longer to be. Loss is a part of the movement of change, and the grief that accompanies loss is necessary in order to let the movement of change flow through. Tears are like a river releasing to open waters.

Navigating change is the new stability.

Passion is the fire that can burn through fear.

Patience is not waiting; it is a quality of waiting.

Pleasure feels better than pain. Make the pursuit of pleasure your guide.

Separation from the community creates isolation. Isolation is the source of most physical, emotional and spiritual disease.

Shame often causes me to hide my mistakes from others. But really, when I make a mistake, I should make it loud and clear, so I can see that it didn’t work as a strategy, and be able to make a course correction, either by myself or with the help of others.

The flow of the movement of change will be impeded wherever healing has not occurred.

The more I can accept the fact that change is moving all the time, and that the change I am experiencing right now is just the change of this moment and that this moment will change into the next and the next, the less need I will have to clutch in fear.

The natural world is built upon common motifs and patterns. Recognizing patterns in nature creates a map for locating yourself in change, and anticipation what is yet to come.

The nature of Nature is change.

The practice of deep listening is the practice of open inquiry, without assumption or judgement.

The resistance, though it comes in many forms, begins with the mistaken belief that I am somehow separate from change, and that I can control it, rather than to align myself with change as it makes itself apparent, and ride it.

The stories I tell myself about myself are contexts for what I believe is possible. These stories affect not only my attitudes about myself and others, but affect my behavior in what could become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

THIS is the story of an orgasm. Or it could be said this is the story of an orgasm that never was, and then was, and once it was, it's the story of all the ripples it set in motion. It's the reiteration of the total fecundity slam dance, Big Bang Explosion that created the world.

To be able to open the heart again after betrayal, injury, or loss is a precious act. It requires both courage and compassion. It requires a new movement to emerge from the depths of grief. Forgiveness is one of the most certain paths to restoration, and it is also one of the most difficult. However, it is an attempt to return to wholeness, once again, by letting go and freeing myself from the tight clutch and heavy burden of caution, anger, resentment, and the desire for revenge and punishment. In forgiving others, I free myself towards belonging and wholeness, be it with the person I am forgiving, or with myself.

Ursula, we have to talk…' he said, almost blurting. He couldn’t believe he was in the “we have to talk” position. It was so unnerving. 'I have to ask you… Let’s be each other’s emergency contact numbers.' This was his first concession towards commitment.

We cannot protect ourselves from disappointment and still live a fully engaged life.

We often gain awareness through a baseline comparison between now and next.

What I experience of change is either the flow of the movement of change or my resistance to it.

When I act, I act on behalf of who or what I love. Even when I have to fight against something, it is because of what I value and love.

When no one is watching Mother Earth, and most of the time no one is, she sings softly to herself. Certainly no one is watching after her, to the point where she's now calling herself M. Earth, using her first initial only, like the early women writers who did not want their work to be automatically dismissed because of their gender disadvantage. Though she is grand, M. Earth is feeling, perhaps, overly feminine, and therefore vulnerable. Don't even mention the word Gaia; it's such a projection! She thinks she could benefit from a more macho profile, a little kick-ass to make her point. Perhaps a little masculine detachment would be helpful, or a thicker skin. Because, frankly, she's been trampled, poisoned, stripped bare, robbed blind, and blamed for just about everything that's come down the pike. And like all mothers, everyone just assumes she'll always be there for them with open, loving arms, and a cup of hot cocoa. That it will be her pleasure to feed them, lick their wounds, and clean a load or two of their dirty laundry. She's looking for a little more respect.

When the rebel in her touched the rebel in him, and the rebel in him touched the rebel in her, their fears incinerated. When his rebel sperm penetrated her rebel egg, that mysterious shimmer burst forth a blinding light, and a calcium wave signaled the information everywhere it could go. It has turned her into a visionary and turned him into a warrior - on a mission to save M. Earth, in the name of love.