Comes and goes Quote by Deepak Chopra

We must be able to let things happen in the psyche. For us, this becomes a real art... Consciousness is forever interfering, helping, correcting,…

— Carl Jung

Properly speaking, should any individual ever have exact, clear knowledge of his own core consciousness?" "I wouldn't know," I said. "Nor would we," said…

— Haruki Murakami

To be human is to be aware of the passage of time; no concept lies closer to the core of our consciousness.

— Dan Falk

Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem.

— William Hamilton Gibson

Thoughts come and go. Feelings come and go. Find out what it is that remains.

— Ramana Maharshi

The quality of your moments produces the quality of your life. So, as thoughts come and go and the waves of mind rush on,…

— Dan Millman

Thoughts come and go. It's impossible to stop your thoughts, but the idea is that the thoughts are kind of like waves on the…

— Anderson Cooper

Between two thoughts try to be alert; look into the interval, the space in between. You will see no mind; that is your nature.…

— Rajneesh

Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear…

— Carl Sandburg

Bring awareness to the many subtle sounds of nature - The rustling of leaves in the wind, Raindrops falling, The humming of an insect,…

— Eckhart Tolle

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

Caught like a leaf in the wind Lookin' for a friend Where can you turn Whisper the words of a prayer and you'll find…

— Wayne Watson

A person without much power is easily influenced by others, whether they are physical or non-physical beings. Their life is easily ruined. They are…

— Frederick Lenz

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.

— Henry Beston

You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats…

— Wallace Stevens