This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love; the more they give, the more they possess of that precious nourishing love from which flowers and children have their strength and which could help all human beings if they would take it without doubting.
Our heart always transcends us.
We make our way through Everything like thread passing through fabric, giving shape to images that we ourselves do not know.
I am the rest between two notes which are somehow always in discord.
We see the brightness of a new page where everything yet can happen.
Embrace your solitude and love it. Endure the pain it causes, and try to sing out with it. For those near to you are distant.
Love and death are the great gifts that are given to us; mostly they are passed on unopened.
Surely all art is the result of one's having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further.
Don't observe yourself too closely. Don't be too quick to draw conclusions from what happens to you; simply let it happen.
It is clear that we must embrace struggle. Every living thing conforms to it. Everything in nature grows and struggles in its own way, establishing its own identity, insisting on it at all cost, against all resistance.
Now I come to you full of future. And from habit we begin to live our past.
I believe that nothing that is real can pass away.
The future must enter you long before it happens.
What is happening on your innermost self is worthy of your entire love.
Life + a cat ... adds up to an incalculable sum.
May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children.
Don't be too quick to draw conclusions from what happens to you; simply let it happen. Otherwise it will be too easy for you to look with blame... at your past, which naturally has a share with everything that now meets you.
And isn't the whole world yours? For how often you set it on fire with your love and saw it blaze and burn up and secretly replaced it with another world while everyone slept. You felt in such complete harmony with God, when every morning you asked him for a new earth, so that all the ones he had made could have their turn. You thought it would be shabby to save them and repair them; you used them up and held out your hands, again and again, for more world. For your love was equal to everything.
If the Angel deigns to appear, it will be because you have convinced him, not by tears but by your humble resolve to be always beginning — to be a Beginner!
I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.
God... sat down for a moment when the dog was finished in order to watch it... and to know that it was good, that nothing was lacking, that it could not have been made better.
Success, which is something so simple in the end, is made up of thousands of things, we never fully know what.
All companionship can consist in only the strengthening of neighboring solitudes, giving oneself is by nature harmful to companionship: for when a person abandons himself, he is no longer anything, and when two people both give themselves up in order to become closer to each other, there is no longer any ground beneath them and their being together is a continual falling – I have learned over and over again, there is scarcely anything more difficult than to love one another.
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