Now you see,? said the turtle, drifting back into the pond, ’why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else’s joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.
I think now that fate is half shaped by expectation, half by inattention. But somehow, when you lose something you love, faith takes over. You have to pay attention to what you lost. You have to undo the expectation.
What is the past but what we choose to remember?
When you lose your face... , it is like dropping your necklace down a well. The only way you can get it back is to fall in after it.