Everywhere I am folded, there I am a lie.
Do you remember how this life of yours longed in childhood to belong to the grown-ups? I can see that it now longs to move on from them and is drawn to those who are greater yet. That is why it does not cease to be difficult, but also why it will not cease to grow.
Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.
The highest form of love is to be the protector of another person’s solitude.
It seems to me that the only way one can be helpful is to extend one’s hand to someone else involuntarily, and without ever knowing how useful this will be.
This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.
And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been.
Being an artist means not reckoning and counting, but ripening like a tree which does not force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring without fear that after them may come no summer.
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart...
Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.
Let everything happen to you: Beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.
For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.
And do not change. Do not divert your love from visible things. But go on loving what is good, simple and ordinary; animals and things and flowers, and keep the balance true.
Life – a sexually transmitted terminal condition.
Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.
Where something becomes extremely difficult and unbearable, there we also stand already quite near its transformation.
Who speaks of conquering? To endure is everything.
This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.
What batters you becomes your strength.
Beauty is only the start of bearable terror.