Friendship needs no words - it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.

What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear.

Do not seek death. Death will find you. But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.

Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.

The light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist.

Better than other people.' Sometimes he says: 'That, at least, you are.' But more often: 'Why should you be? Either you are what you can be, or you are not - like other people.

You wake from dreams of doom and--for a moment--you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love's calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.

Like the bee, we distill poison from honey for our self-defense--what happens to the bee if it uses its sting is well known.

Acts of violence-- Whether on a large or a small scale, the bitter paradox: the meaningfulness of death--and the meaninglessness of killing.

He is one of those who has had the wilderness for a pillow, and called a star his brother. Alone. But loneliness can be a communion.

Humility before the flower at the timber line is the gate which gives access to the path up the open fell.

The amount of time spent doing something is what adds value to it

Fill your heart with pure love

There is no substantive difference between being stabbed to death in the living beating heart with a physical knife and feeling the plunging stabbing pain of betrayal.

You can please some of the people some of the time, all of the people some of the time, some of the people all of the time, but you can never please all of the people all of the time.

In the white light of eternity, there is only eternity.

You are not only the solar spectrum with the seven luminous colours, but the sun himself, that illumines, warms, and revivifies! This is what you are, and I am the lowly woman that adores you.

We grow when the walls press in. We grow when life steals our control. We grow in the darkness.

My 20s were a time where I made it; my 30s were when I was away, confused, and trying to figure it all out.

He's by best friend and the father of my children. He's a great ex.

The guide, the guru, the leader, the teacher, has passed away; the boy, the student, the servant, is left behind.