Wayne Dyer’s Favorite quotes part 2 from the book I can see clearly

These were my favorite passages from Wayne Dyer’s book I Can See Clearly from his biography.

“The outcome of that decision to date includes 41 published books, 10 public television specials, over a thousand public lectures, and hundreds and hundreds of recorded programs, which have helped millions of people improve their lives.”

“Something that I know today that I wasn’t aware of 40 years ago is the learning gained from A Course in Miracles. ACIM teaches us to make decisions by asking ourselves, “Am I doing this from fear or love?”

“When we are in fear, there is no room for love, and when we are in love, there is no room for fear. When I removed the fear from my inner world, I felt a deep sense of peace. In other words, I was able to come from love. Sans fear, I was able to look at New York City as a great adventure rather than something to dread.”

“I want to write for the masses—I want to publish my own books on living a self-actualized life, and I have a million ideas running through my mind on what would make a popular best-selling book. I particularly am attracted to writing a handbook that invites people who see themselves as ordinary to create a new vision for themselves. I want to encourage readers to discover their potential for living at extraordinary levels of awareness. Dr. Maslow wrote about this potential in Toward a Psychology of Being, published about a decade ago—a book that’s always in my briefcase. Even so, I dutifully send in articles to many journals and compile an impressive résumé of professional writing.”

“I love and admire all of these men and what they have offered—I see them as pioneers in a fascinating club that I intend to join.”

“This was a plum of a job to be sure, yet there was something burning inside me, demanding my full-time attention. My outer world looked great, but my inner world, where I do all of my living, felt incomplete and restless.”

“There’s a collective shame evident in all of the men and women who lived through it.”

“I decide to learn more about this. I’m incredulous and obsessed with how such unprincipled behavior could infect an entire population. What were they thinking? Why weren’t they able to end this madness before it reached such epic proportions? This is evidence of the groupthink mentality that I so abhor and have been battling on a small personal scale, and of how monstrous it can become.”

“It appears that everybody does what they are told—no one questions supposed authority. If there is a rule, you obey it without question. I see this automatic submissiveness everywhere. No one in Germany ever seems to question anything.”

“Another cab takes us to Dachau—the first concentration camp opened in Germany. Built in 1933 for political prisoners, it was later turned into a crematorium and mass-murder facility for the evil visions of the Nazi party. Rather than thinking for themselves, the German people did what they were told to do on a scale so large that it took millions of them to carry out the sinister orders of a madman and his loyal henchmen. As we walk through the grounds of Dachau I am overwhelmed by sadness and despair. I feel the pain of the hatred that was carried out right here—yes, here, in the ovens and gas chambers, human beings were slaughtered day after day, for many years, all within sight of a thriving city a few kilometers away. This is the ultimate result of people being brainwashed to vilify others who think or worship or act in ways unlike the majority. I sense the air is getting more and more difficult for me to breathe. I feel as though I am going to vomit. The fear and desperation is still here in these old barracks, and shower stalls, and ovens—even in the pavement I’m walking on. I feel as if I am here for a reason.”

“The inner disruption is more than a normal reaction to such a horror show. I know I am changed forever. I was conceived on the day that this war began—the first of September 1939, when Hitler invaded Poland.”

“I was born nine months later, on the tenth of May 1940. I feel that in some mysterious way I was intended here, and I can’t get this idea out of my mind. I was called to this godforsaken place that is now a Holocaust memorial museum, and it is leaving a lasting impression on me.”

“I don’t understand my passionate desire to know about all of this. It is way more than a curiosity. I’m in this setting and compelled to visit other horrendous places where atrocities were performed with the willing aid of an entire population who had been brainwashed by a compelling speaker who spewed evil and hatred and convinced a vast collection of people that it was their duty to behave in these malevolent ways, even though it violated their own original nature.”

“They voluntarily let themselves violate their own inner sense of love toward their fellow humans. How could this possibly have happened? It is unimaginable that this took place in my lifetime. I am shaken. I feel a calling to speak out—to write in a way that such a thing could never ever again come to pass.”

“Living in a Muslim country has been enlightening in many ways. I love the people here. I love being close to nature and swimming every day in the Marmara Sea. Living in Berlin; then Glyfada, Greece, for a short time; and then Turkey has been mind-stretching. However, I am anxious to return home.”

“I look back now and can see the perfection in all of this. I incarnated on the day that horrific war began. I was obsessed with learning the truth of what the Nazis were able to accomplish while I was a child living in an orphanage. I had made my inner vow to teach self rather than group reliance.”

“From this vantage point I can see clearly that I was breathing in the actual pheromones of fear while in Amsterdam, Dachau, and other such places. I have seen how animals who are being led into slaughterhouses where other animals have died in fear react the same way, as they sense that energy and emit pheromones of fear themselves. It’s all energy. I gave up eating meat from slaughtered animals years ago, because when I ate that meat, I was also consuming fear.”

“I choose to do all that I can personally to be surrounded by and encapsulated by love rather than fear. My future writing was to focus on overcoming fear and an awareness of the permanent nature of energy and how it impacts all of us. I was to lecture and write on the idea of all of us being connected in Spirit—that’s the nature of our universe. I was so profoundly influenced by my visits and conversations in Germany. Walking through those vile sites I could actually feel in my gut and my heart a connection to these unfortunate souls.”

“I take the assignment offered by Shirley, and am looking forward to actually visiting my father’s grave and perhaps creating some closure on this subject, which has perplexed me since I was a young boy.”

“and I am overcome by the emotion I feel as I stand next to this metal plate on the ground. During the next two and half hours I converse with my father. I cry out loud, oblivious to my surroundings. And I talk out loud, demanding answers from a grave. As the hours pass I begin to feel a deep sense of relief, and I become very quiet. The calmness is overwhelming. I am almost certain that my father is right there with me. I am no longer talking to a gravestone but am somehow in the presence of something that I cannot explain.”

“Finally, I wipe away my tears and say my good-byes. As I walk toward the rental car and have the chain in my hand to block the driveway, I’m overtaken by an indescribable force and return quickly to the grave site, as if I am being propelled to go back. I again speak to my father, only this time I say something very different: “I somehow feel as if I were sent here today and that you had something to do with it. I don’t know what your role is, or even if you have one, but I am certain that the time has come to abandon this anger and hatred that I have carried around so painfully for so long. I want you to know that as of this moment, right now, all of that is gone. I forgive you.”

“Whatever it was that was going on inside of you, I want you to know that I can no longer think hateful thoughts about you. When I think of you now, it will be with compassion and love.”

“I am letting go of all this disorder that is inside me. I know in my heart that you were simply doing what you knew how to do given the conditions of your life at the time. Even though I have no memory of ever having seen you, and even though it was my fondest dream to someday meet you face-to-face and hear your side, I will not let those thoughts ever hold me back from also feeling the love I have for you.”

“At the Ft. Lauderdale airport I rent a car for two weeks and drive to the Spindrift Motel, across the street from the Atlantic Ocean. I hole up in my room, listen to the tapes, and take copious notes. I decide I’m through with all of this mental and physical preparation—I’m ready to write, and begin a writing binge. I stay in that motel room writing every night until the sun comes up. On September 15, I fly back to New York to begin the fall semester. I’ve written an entire manuscript using the same formula that has been working so well for me in my private therapy practice. Twelve chapters describe a rational, commonsense approach designed to assist anyone to reach the top of Maslow’s pyramid: self-actualization. First, identify the thinking that is causing any kind of disturbance. Second, label the behaviors the client is demonstrating. Third, establish the psychological reward system for maintaining these behaviors. Fourth, focus on alternatives by designing specific strategies for eliminating those self-defeating ways of being. No fancy psychological system; just plain old common sense with specific techniques for change. This has worked wonders in my counseling practice, and I’m certain my book will be well received.”

“spending a few hours in a spirit of forgiveness for something that immobilized me for my whole life, it appears that what I’ve agonized over for years has taken flight in just two weeks’ time. The writing seems to be effortlessly guided, and I have completed a handwritten manuscript. No title. No publisher. Only an inner knowing that those moments at my father’s grave have infused me with a spirit that I’ve never experienced before.”

“I’m in awe of the synchronicities that came together to bring me to that grave site. I have no clever intellectual explanation for the presence of that business card in that brand-new rental car. I cannot give a rational account of why a cousin I’d never known called me four years earlier, why Dr. Shirley Griggs offered me that temporary assignment, or why I was called back to the cemetery plot and directed to send love where internal violence had previously resided. I take Rumi’s poignant advice. I am bewildered by it all. Yet I know that something much more powerful was at play than a series of mere coincidences.”

“was directed to Biloxi to understand firsthand the incredible power of forgiveness. This idea is at the core of spiritual teaching and yet is one of the most ignored principles. Jesus reminds us in Luke 6:27, “But I tell you who hear me: love your enemies, do good to those who hate you.” And in Luke 6:28, “Bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.” These are only two of hundreds of such biblical admonitions. I can see clearly now there is great power in truly living this way. When I was able to forgive and send love where hatred previously dominated, everything in my life shifted. The right words were there, the right people began to show up, the circumstances magically appeared, all scarcity dissolved, my health returned, my energy was reignited, and my life became flooded with abundance—all because of a profound moment of forgiveness that was orchestrated by forces beyond my human ability to explain. It was as if the universal Divine mind, God, or the Tao, if you will, saw that I was stuck in a quicksand that was destroying me—and it coalesced the necessary events in order to give me a giant branch to grab ahold of, and remove myself once and for all from the deadly pit that was snuffing out my life forces.”

“I helped to write and produce a movie version of the essence of that experience in Biloxi, titled My Greatest Teacher. I gave it this ironic title because I believe today that it was my father, this man I’ve never known, who taught me the great lesson offered to us by St. Augustine: “Forgiveness is the remission of sins. For it is by this that what has been lost, and was found, is saved from being lost again.” After Biloxi I have never been lost again.”

“I receive a letter in the mail from a Mr. Arthur Pine, who is a literary agent in New York City, telling me his wife, Harriett, is a close friend of someone who’s been attending my lectures. Harriett’s friend raves about the content and presentation style of the professor who is offering these classes to the community, and has suggested that Artie contact me to see if I might want to write a book using the format of these lectures for the general population. I pick up the telephone and call Artie, who has a home in Port Washington. I tell him that I have a completed manuscript that I’ve been staring at for over six months, wondering what I needed to do in order to make contact with a publisher. Artie listens to me describe the book and how I want to keep it in everyday commonsense language for the general public.”

“I now see that Linda and her four friends approaching me about offering a series of paid lectures to the community were angels sent into my life on a Divinely appointed mission.”

“When we’ve finished, he once again apologizes to me as we shake hands and depart. I leave with my manuscript under my arm—the subject never came up after the first few moments of our introduction. I return home on the subway. When Artie calls, anxious to know how the meeting at T. Y. Crowell went, I briefly tell him what happened. He is furious in a friendly way and upset with what he sees as my naïveté. He can’t believe that I let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away. Artie had wrangled this meeting through a connection in the company, and didn’t think he’d be able to get another appointment for me. This was my golden opportunity and I hadn’t taken proper advantage of it. Yet at ten o’clock the next morning, Artie calls from his Manhattan office, beside himself with excitement. Paul Fargis has just told Artie, “I don’t care what is in that book of Dr. Dyer’s— I want to sign him up as my author.” He offers an advance that’s almost equivalent to my entire yearly teaching salary at the university. I am overjoyed. I have a book contract with Funk & Wagnalls, a subsidiary of T. Y. Crowell—and I just doubled my income as well!”

“Unbeknownst to me at the time, I was presented with one of the truly great opportunities that had ever come my way. I had the choice of letting ego take over and conduct that first meeting with a New York publisher.”

“I think of my little area in the park as my serenity spot, making it a habit to visit there almost every day in the midst of the chaos that characterizes my office hours. I treasure my time in this tranquil enclave and the peacefulness I access there, content and envious of the creatures that don’t seem to have to be in assigned places. I especially envy the birds flying above it all, soaring in the wind, oblivious to all that is chaotic on the earth below. But I realize that I’ve discovered that I have a place of freedom within me as well. I can soar above it all and look down at the tumult with a clearer vision, just by accessing my own eagle-in-flight imaginings.”

“I’ve often quoted the French philosopher, scientist, and mathematician Blaise Pascal, who said, “All man’s troubles derive from not being able to sit quietly in a room alone.” Though I’d thoughtfully considered his words many times, they didn’t truly sink in until I experienced my troubles dissolving as I sat quietly in my own serenity spot alone. I was given the opportunity to know the truth of these sentiments from firsthand experience, and I remain eternally grateful to whatever Divine hand propelled me toward that sacred spot, where I retreated often. I was being given my introductory lessons on achieving inner peace in circumstances that drive others to madness, and learning to become a teacher of this wisdom for generations of new meditators and yoga practitioners.”

“You know what works; you want to help people change for the better, not look good to a collection of scholarly strangers. Stay the course—keep it simple, talk straight to the reader. It works in your counseling office, it will work here.”

“That Saturday morning I spend a delightful hour being interviewed by a local disc jockey. It’s my first appearance on any media and I’m hooked. We take a few phone calls, and I talk off-the-cuff about my commonsense approach to creating a joyful life. The phones light up—all incoming lines are full, and every caller wants to know where they can buy the book.”

“The manager agrees—and I am now a writer, and a distributor as well! Within three days, this store has sold the ten books. I alert my publisher to make sure that the stores on Long Island are fully stocked, since I’ll be on WBAB regularly now. I’ve discovered my own marketing scheme: I can voluntarily visit small radio stations, do interviews, and generate interest in my book. My publisher is not nearly as excited about the marketing and promotion of Your Erroneous Zones as I am, but I am bubbling over with enthusiasm. After my WBAB interview I can see myself doing precisely the same thing, not just here on Long Island, but all over the country as well. The possibilities seem to me unlimited. I feel myself being pulled in a new direction. I will have to extricate myself from so many of the obligations I have to clients in my growing practice and particularly my responsibilities as an associate professor at the university.”

“Your Erroneous Zones has been designated as a “list” book. That designation means it’s scheduled to be on the spring list of new releases, and if it sells out the first printing of approximately 6,000 books, it will be viewed a success … and that will be the end of the story as far as the publisher is concerned. I have a very different vision, which means that I’m designated a highly motivated, excitable first-time author, naïve and inexperienced in the ways of big-time New York publishing.”

“What I see clearly is that a baby step leads to the second step. I was being urged to take little steps by a force in the universe that directs everything and everyone. Great things began with a single step.”

“Here I am again, having to decide between two choices—one that offers safety and security, and the other, the unknown. I’ve written a chapter in Your Erroneous Zones titled “Exploring the Unknown” that includes Robert Frost’s poem “The Road Not Taken.” Last night on the radio with Long John Nebel, I quoted the last lines of Frost’s poem: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

“This is what Dr. Maslow called a peak experience, a term describing an ecstatic state that’s especially joyous and has an ineffable mystical/spiritual essence.”

“She asks me to perhaps take the summer off and gain some clarity on this matter. “Please reconsider,” she says. “You have the potential for a great future here. You are a rising star and being associated with the university will be extremely advantageous for you.” I agree that this is a risky move in a very uncertain time and I’ll lose the benefits that come with a professorship—medical retirement, IRA contributions, and job security. I listen attentively, but I have already peered into my future and seen it now as if it already were a present fact. I tell the dean that I know the risks and have weighed them carefully, and I’m terminating my employment. I am alive with excitement.”

“He tells me how crazy it is to give up so much security for a dream that might not pan out. He reminds me of the potential financial consequences, with no guaranteed income and no benefits, especially since I have a family to consider. I cannot be dissuaded. I think back to that supernatural peak experience of pure exhilaration that swept over me just an hour ago, while sitting in my car as thousands of commuters drove by me on their way home or to work. I am no longer a commuter; I am on my own finally. Everything that I do from here on in will be on my terms.”

“My colleagues congratulate me, and my secretary sobs, telling me how much she has loved working for me these past five years. I clean out my desk, submit my final grades, and walk down the three flights of stairs and head to my serenity spot a few blocks away. I go into a deep meditative state of silence. I ask for nothing. No help … no guidance … nothing. I spend the last 30 minutes of my career as a professor at St. John’s University sitting atop a boulder, listening to the birds and the wind rustling through the branches. I am in a state of awe. I give thanks for whatever it was that came over me a couple of hours ago, and gave me such luminous grace and clarity. I am for the very first time in my life, at the age of 36, self-employed, and I am flying by the seat of my pants, bewildered by the possibilities.”

“Resigning from a secure position of professor, and taking the road not only “less traveled” but “never traveled” by me, was inaugurated by a spiritual visitation that I’m still unable to fully explain. I did not know at the time that Your Erroneous Zones was the first of 41 books that I’d write over the next 38 years, or that I was destined to impact the lives of millions of people all over the planet. I’m certain that the one Divine mind, the great Tao, God—or whatever label we place upon it—was fully aware of the dharma that I’d signed up for, and agreed to carry out, and it must have known that I couldn’t do it from the comfort and safety of a professorship at a major university in NYC.”

“I talk to the publicity people, and they tell me that there is no budget allowance for promotion of my book. I talk to the people at marketing, and they tell me there is no marketing plan for my book. I make calls to the people responsible for distributing my book to the bookstores, and no one returns my calls. Everything feels as if it is at a standstill. I’m in the midst of a kind of gridlock that is very new to me. Everything is too big—too many departments not communicating, and then blaming each other for inefficiency. I’m anxious to make something happen that’s in accord with my vision for myself and this book. However, I seem to be running into roadblocks with everyone I encounter. I decide to take matters into my own hands. I figure if they sell out of the first printing while the book is still on the spring list, they will be forced to go to a second printing. With one phone call, I become a bookstore: Wayne Dyer Books, West Babylon, New York. I call as a bookstore owner and order all the remaining copies of the first printing to be sent to my store (my garage). Two days later, I call the same vice president and ask him to please check on the status of my book. He is exasperated with me, since I have been a persistent pain to him at least twice weekly since Your Erroneous Zones was published three months ago in March.”

“My publisher has never come across an author quite like me. They try to discourage me, but that inner flame is truly a burning desire—it tells me to forget about all of the resistance I encounter, and to listen and follow the inner callings that will not be silenced. I must do this thing on my own. I am through fighting and complaining about the bureaucratic snares; I am going to do this thing my way, and I know I’ll be guided all the way. I am bursting with enthusiasm.”

“Donna Gould agrees to work with me from home—she is an angel. She tells me that if I show up in a medium- size city such as Columbus, Ohio, she will make the calls to see what newspapers and TV and radio shows she can book. I will pay whatever I can for her services, but she is essentially doing this because she believes in me and the message I have to offer.”

right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist, there is no ‘The way’ to do anything.” What I see clearly today regarding those interactions I had with my publisher over how Your Erroneous Zones was to be marketed, distributed, and publicized is that I was offered a first-rate chance to begin my new writing career by trusting in my own self first and foremost. A great learning experience was being presented to me.”

“As my friend Maya Angelou once observed, “A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.”

“On a joint conference call with Artie Pine and Paul Fargis, I am told that there are two pieces of news that are going to blow me away. The first is that Your Erroneous Zones will appear on The New York Times bestseller list on Mother’s Day, May 8, 1977, as the number one best-selling book in the country. The second is equally exciting: Your Erroneous Zones has been put up for bid at an auction with all of the paperback publishing houses. The bidding has exceeded well over one million dollars, and Avon Books will be bringing this book out as their number one lead book for the fall of this year. I have just been informed that I am the author of the number-one-selling book in the country, and I have also just become a millionaire as a bonus! I am over the moon with joy. I put the phone down in my little rented house on Long Island and put my head into my hands, and tears flow down my face.”

“During this time I begin thinking about writing a second book about getting out of victim habits that are self- sabotaging and can ultimately destroy a person.”

“When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their bonds, your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction, and you find yourself in a new, great, and wonderful world.” Then he added, “Dormant forces, faculties, and talents become alive and you discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.”

“I’ve accepted an invitation to do a book publicity tour in Holland, where something unheard of has taken place. Willeke Alberti, a well-known singer/actress in the Netherlands, has apparently appeared on a national television show informing everyone watching that she’s read a book that has completely turned her life around.”

“I am more than content. I don’t need any more money; I now own a beautiful home in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, where I’m a full-time resident. I’m excited about writing a second book and knowing that it will be published. I insist that Artie let go of his demand that my publisher tear up our original agreement. I want no conflicts anywhere—no hard feelings. This is not about money, and I don’t want it to become an issue, not now, not ever.”

“I fly out once a month, and we tape four shows on each visit to be played weekly. In the process I establish a friendship with a woman who personifies self-actualization, and that is Ms. Dinah Shore.”

“I watch Dinah each week displaying extraordinary kindness to everyone at the studio. The lady who empties the wastebaskets is afforded the same dignity as the starlets and well-known politicians who come to the studio. I am so impressed by this multitalented superstar who embraces everyone with love and kindness in her heart. I am honored to be on her show as a regular guest, and I am even more honored to watch and learn from someone who appears to have tamed her ego. She is my friend and a great teacher … I am so grateful.”

“My association with the egoless Dinah Shore helped me—I quickly saw the real truth that I was no better than anyone else. With Dinah as a model, I easily made the choice to stay humble and kind in all of my dealings with people, and toss out any supercilious attitudes that might be forming. Here I was every week with a monumental superstar—a woman who had a résumé of stardom that went on forever. Not only did she have many successful television shows, she was a movie star and popular recording artist, with over 40 albums to her credit and a long list of hit songs dating back to the year I was born. Dinah Shore was also an honorary member of the LPGA Hall of Fame and a beloved philanthropist, with far too many awards to enumerate here.”

“As I look back today I can see what a profound role model she was for me. She spoke highly of everyone, and never allowed her celebrity status to inflate her ego. Here I was, a newcomer to all of this prominence, and I was beginning to take on an attitude that was ego based and unworthy of a person whose mission is to serve others. This newfound stardom and recognition needed to be an irrelevant spin-off to my own mission. I can vividly recall watching this magnificent superstar of a lady treat everyone with love and respect.

“Thank you, sweet Dinah. I was so blessed to know you. I know I was one of a legion of men in love with you from a distance. The final two lines of John Keats’s famous poem “Ode on a Grecian Urn” always remind me of you. Beauty is truth, truth beauty—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. Thank you, Dinah, for providing me with a model for staying humble in the face of the many ego temptations that come with fame. Your inner beauty is my truth!”

“Now we are sitting at Artie’s favorite restaurant, the Russian Tea Room. I am about to cross one item off of what I’ll later call my “bucket list.” I have rented Carnegie Hall for tonight, two days before my 38th birthday. I tell my agent that I no longer want him to put a notice in my speaking contracts that says, No recording of Dr. Dyer’s talks may be made. I explain to him that this violates my own sense of why I do this work and travel around the world speaking. I want as many people as possible to hear these talks. This is not about my making money—it’s to spread the word to as wide an audience as possible.”

“I realized for the very first time that I was overweight. How had this happened to me? I had a laugh with the entire class, and when I returned home I realized that this was one of the most significant moments of my life.”

am ecstatic and give a silent thank-you to that student who unwittingly gave me a wake-up call when he portrayed me as an overweight professor.

“Self-actualizers must be what they can be.” He was speaking about the burning desire within to maximize one’s potential as defined by oneself.

“I also see so clearly today the power inherent in the idea of an intention that I was able to tap into—not a wish or a hope, but an intention to manifest a new concept of myself. When I decided to run a marathon, I already saw myself triumphantly crossing the finish line. As a result, I acted on the idea as if it were a completed fact. This prompted me to go out every day and challenge myself to live up to the idea I had in my imagination, since to me it was already a fait accompli.”

“I did not want money to be the reason for how I conducted my life. My purpose was never about making money; it was always about teaching and reaching people on a new level.”

“In the same manner, when Artie would tell me that copies of my books were being pirated in foreign countries and I wasn’t receiving any royalties, I refused to go after these purloined editions. I want people in China, and South America, and Eastern Europe, and anywhere else where poverty is unchecked, to be able to read what I’ve written. They might be inspired by an author who once lived in the same kind of paralyzing scarcity but was able to transcend it.”

“As Lao-tzu taught me many years later, “If you correct your mind, the rest of your life will fall into place.” I corrected my mind and began to see myself as capable of accomplishing anything I place my attention on, and I learned that sometimes our most profound teachers show up for us wearing unexpected disguises.”

“The truth—that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire.”

“When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.”

“When the session is over, I spend an hour or so talking to this remarkable man. I am so impressed by his grand sense of humor and the love that seems to emanate from him, even when he talks about the appalling treatment he received from his captors.”

“I leave Vienna a changed man. I will write and speak from the perspective that Dr. Frankl offered me here at this conference, and I vow to myself to live a much more meaning-centered life. I am inspired by my contact with this great man, and purchase another copy of Man’s Search for Meaning at the conference to reread on the plane home.”

those who held on to a vision of the future were the ones throughout this ordeal who seemed to have a better chance for survival. Whether the vision was a significant task before them or a return to their loved ones, they were more likely to survive their suffering.”

“When I met Viktor Frankl, something inside of me recognized him as if we had met before and knew each other. However it was that I was placed on that panel with one of my heroes, I can see from this perspective that the force that brought us together for one afternoon caused my life to change and my writing to start emphasizing concepts such as spirituality, higher consciousness, Divine love, and most significantly—meaning. I can now see clearly that I was beginning to explore the world beyond the ego.”

“When he tells me he’s arranged a two-book agreement with a $1.5 million—guaranteed advance, I am thrilled. I can’t even imagine being in such a fortuitous place financially. I am more than blessed.”

“I poured myself body, mind, and spirit into the writing of this book, and delivered over 700 pages that I sweated over for almost a year. It needed to be cut in size, but this is the first time since college freshman English that I have an outside person telling me to write in a more acceptable literary style. I decide right here, right now, that I will never again allow this kind of rewriting to take place—not for money, not for prestige, not to please anyone else.”

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