We have much to be judged on when he comes, slums and battlefields and insane asylums, but these are the symptoms of our illness and the result of our failures in love.
Nothing important is completely explicable.
Love isn’t how you feel. It’s what you do. I’ve never had a feeling in my life. As a matter of fact, I matter only with earth people.
But my memories are like a fire in winter – whenever I’m cold I can warm my hands at them. – Ditta.
On the other side of pain, there is still love.
Love. That was what she had that IT did not have.
I wish that we worried more about asking the right questions instead of being so hung up on finding answers.
It is not always on the great or the important that the balance of the universe depends.
Because it is the nature of love to create, a marriage itself is something which has to be created, so that, together we become a new creature.
Humility is throwing oneself away in complete concentration on something or someone else.
A lot of the shadow self is the home of poetry, story, prayer. My deepest understandings are often released from the part of me of which I am least aware most of the time.
Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point. French. Pascal. The heart has its reasons, whereof reason knows nothing.
If you’re going to care about the fall of the sparrow you can’t pick and choose who’s going to be the sparrow. It’s everybody.
Because we fail to listen to each other’s stories, we are becoming a fragmented human race.
The unending paradox is that we do learn through pain.
Detachment and involvement: the artist must have both. The link between them is compassion. It has taken me over fifty years to get a glimmer of what this means.
But unless we are creators, we are not fully alive.
Great art always transcends its culture, while lesser art merely reflects it.
I love, therefore I am vulnerable.
There was no light. The darkness was deep and there was no dazzle.