Everything has two endings- a horse, a piece of string, a phone call. Before a life, air. And after. As silence is not silence, but a limit of hearing.

You may do this, I tell you, it is permitted. Begin again the story of your life.

The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.

Zen pretty much comes down to three things -- everything changes; everything is connected; pay attention.

How fragile we are, between the few good moments.

Habit, laziness, and fear conspire to keep us comfortably within the familiar.

How silently the heart pivots on its hinge.

Existence itself is nothing if not an amazement. Good poems restore amazement.

Something looks back from the trees, and knows me for who I am.

In sorrow, pretend to be fearless. In happiness, tremble.

You must try, the voice said, to become colder. I understood at once. It's like the bodies of gods: cast in bronze, braced in stone. Only something heartless could bear the full weight.

Quoting son, Noah Levine: Once you see what the heart really needs, it doesn’t matter if you’re going to live or die, the work is always the same. (25)

At the end, one didn't remember life as a whole but as just a string of moments.

A good marriage is good because one or both of them have learned to overlook the other's faults, to love the other as they are and to not attempt to change them or bring them to repentance.

The family was God's idea, not our own, and it is still a wonderful institution.

What comfort there is in the skin of someone you love!

Each day we draft a new movement in our symphony of life

If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive.

Strike one is a big, big pitch-you can do a lot after you get strike one, no matter how you get it.

I didn't die nor win.

we came to realize that a civilization which rode roughshod over the way of life of other peoples was incorporating evil in its own way of life.