What is there to do when people die - people so dear and rare - but bring them back by remembering?
Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear.
It is dark now. The snow is deep blue and the ocean nearly black. It is time for some music.
Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember nothing stays the same for long, not even pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.
It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.
It is the place of renewal and of safety, where for a little while there will be no harm or attack and, while every sense is nourished, the soul rests.
When we admit our vulnerability, we include others. If we deny it, we shut them out.
Sometimes one has simply to endure a period of depression for what it may hold of illumination if one can live through it, attentive to what it exposes or demands.
Whatever peace I know rests in the natural world, in feeling myself a part of it, even in a small way.
No partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable.
Love is our human miracle.
For to be desperate is to discover strength. / We die of comfort and by conflict live.
Love opens the doors into everything, as far as I can see, including and perhaps most of all, the door into one's own secret, and often terrible and frightening, real self.
The body is a universe in itself and must be held as sacred as anything in creation....It is dangerous to forget the body as sacramental.
I asked myself the question, 'What do you want of your life?' and I realized with a start of recognition and terror, 'Exactly what I have - but to be commensurate, to handle it all better.
I can tell you that solitude Is not all exaltation, inner space Where the soul breathes and work can be done. Solitude exposes the nerve, Raises up ghosts. The past, never at rest, flows through it.
How slowly one comes to understand anything!
When you change the way you look at a thing, the thing itself changes...By mastering feelings, she had come to understand the meaning of discipline and its reward: freedom and power.
At some point I believe one has to stop holding back for fear of alienating some imaginary reader or real relative or friend, and come out with personal truth.
It takes a long time for words to become thought.
It is sometimes the most fragile things that have the power to endure and become sources of strength.
Most people have to talk so they won't hear.
For of course one is never safe when in love. Growth is demanding and may seem dangerous, for there is loss as well as gain in growth. But why go on living if one has ceased to grow? And what more demanding atmosphere for growth than love in any form, than any relationship which can call out and requires of us our most secret and deepest selves?
True feeling justifies whatever it may cost.
instant intimacy was too often followed by disillusion.
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