The river is everywhere at once, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the rapids, in the sea, in the mountains, everywhere at once, and that there is only the present time for it, not the shadow of the past, not the shadow of the future.

The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. To dig for treasures shows not only impatience and greed, but lack of faith. Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches.

The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

It is not irritating to be where one is. It is only irritating to think one would like to be somewhere else.

The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood.

We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by drowning in all those thoughts. We think too much and feel too little. We have lost our minds and forgotten our hearts.

We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by drowning in our thoughts. We cannot shut down our internal chatter, and it is driving us insane.

We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by drowning in our thoughts. We worry about things that may never happen, we get anxious about situations we cannot control, and we exhaust ourselves by living in a future that may never exist.

We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by drowning in our thoughts. We think too much and feel too little. Silence has become rather uncommon, and these days, even loneliness is a luxury we can't afford.

We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by drowning in our thoughts. We cannot shut off our minds; our minds are words, words, words.