Yesterday’s fairy tale is today’s fact. The magician is only one step ahead of his audience.
Who is not afraid of pure space – that breathtaking empty space of an open door?
A note of music gains significance from the silence on either side.
To give without any reward, or any notice, has a special quality of its own.
I find there is a quality to being alone that is incredibly precious. Life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid, fuller than before.
Go with the pain, let it take you. Open your palms and your body to the pain. It comes in waves like the tide and you must be open as a vessel lying on the beach, letting it fill you up and then, retreating, leaving you empty and clear...
One must lose one’s life in order to find it.
Total freedom is never what one imagines and, in fact, hardly exists. It comes as a shock in life to learn that we usually only exchange one set of restrictions for another. The second set, however, is self-chosen, and therefore easier to accept.
My father taught me that a bill is like a crying baby and has to be attended to at once.
We are always bargaining with our feelings so that we can live from day to day.
Rivers perhaps are the only physical features of the world that are at their best from the air.
One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay ‘in kind’ somewhere else in life.
Why is it that you can sometimes feel the reality of people more keenly through a letter than face to face?
Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn’t seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.
After all, I don’t see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.
I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central core to my life that will enable me to carry out these obligations and activities as well as I can.
Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.
Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.
When the heart is flooded with love there is no room in it for fear, for doubt, for hesitation.
Eternally, woman spills herself away in driblets to the thirsty, seldom being allowed the time, the quiet, the peace, to let the pitcher fill up to the brim.