Richard Bach

We generate our own environment. We get exactly what we deserve. How can we resent a life we've created ourselves? read more

We generate our own environment. We get exactly what we deserve. How can we resent a life we've created ourselves? Who's to blame, who's to credit but us? Who can change it, anytime we wish, but us?

Anyone desperate enough for suicide...should be desperate enough to go to creative extremes to solve problems: elope at midnight, stow read more

Anyone desperate enough for suicide...should be desperate enough to go to creative extremes to solve problems: elope at midnight, stow away on the boat to New Zealand and start over, do what they always wanted to do but were afraid to try.

We wait all these years to find someone who understands us, I thought, someone who accepts us as we are, read more

We wait all these years to find someone who understands us, I thought, someone who accepts us as we are, someone with a wizard's power to melt stone to sunlight, who can bring us happiness in spite of trials, who can face our dragons in the night, who can transform us into the soul we choose to be. Just yesterday I found that magical Someone is the face we see in the mirror: It's us and our homemade masks. -Richard Bach.

Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love.

Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love.

Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?

Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?