I didn’t read a book until I was 31 years old when I was diagnosed with dyslexia. Books terrified me. They made me nervous. Now I know you can travel to the bottom of the ocean or to outer space or anywhere in between without leaving your armchair, and I’m so, so sorry I couldn’t read when I was younger.
In my first book, ‘A Return to Love’, I wrote about things in the outer world that need to change – how we need to ameliorate deep poverty, heal the earth, end war.
I really wanted my fans to understand that outer appearances really don’t matter.
Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.
Donald Trump’s own mother Mary escaped the bone-crushing poverty of Scotland’s remote Outer Hebrides for the promise of New York in 1929.
Society puts so much emphasis on outer appearance, but being confident in yourself and not letting others’ opinions affect you is pretty amazing.
One was a book I read by Mahatma Gandhi. In it was a passage where he said that religion, the pursuing of the inner journey, should not be separated from the pursuing of the outer and social journey, because we are not isolated beings.
I do believe there is life in outer space. Mathematically, there has to be, and if you believe as I do that there is a creator of the universe, then how can we be so arrogant to believe he created life here and nowhere else?
Due to mistakenly believing that outer problems are their own problems, most people seek ultimate refuge in the wrong objects. As a result, their suffering and problems never end.
I came from the outer suburbs of Melbourne, so you do learn how to survive in that environment.
Winning a pageant or sometimes simply participating in a contest can change your life. Outer beauty is just a part of the judgement, but what’s important are your views and opinions that are shown to the world.
