I regret the way pain has taught me nothing.

Poetry is not a code to be broken but a way of seeing with the eyes shut.

I made a list of things I have to remember and a list of things I want to forget, but I see they are the same list.

I am tired of the litany of months, September October I am tired of the way the seasons keep changing, mimicking the seasons of the flesh which are real and finite.

I have dreamed of our bed as if it were a shore where we would be washed up, not this striped mattress we must cover with sheets. [from "After an Absence"]

What we want is never simple.

Evil is simply a grammatical error: a failure to leap the precipice between "he" and "I.

Grief is a circular staircase.

Spring is the shortest season.

To be the other womanis to be a seasonthat is always about to end, when the air is floweredwith jasmine and peach, and the weather day after dayis flawless, and the forecastis hurricane.

We have a lot of opportunities in life but we don't know how to gain it. Even sadness is an another opportunity to face a new beginning of our life. We need to be sad to know the value of happiness.

She came from the most worthless of classes - the rich, with a smattering of culture.

There's nothing happy about love at all!! I would rather have not known real love... if it hurts this much.

When I look at my life now and all the mistakes I've made, all the bad decisions I've made, all the things I could have done differently or done more in, I don't think I would have changed anything.

No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof.

When all the Self was conquered and dead, when all passions and desires were silent, then the last must awaken, the innermost of Being that is no longer Self - the great secret!

Equally inured by moderation either state to bear, prosperous or adverse.

My bones are tired from all the tragedy in me.

What new psychology suggests, it's the factor that is top of consciousness at the moment before you make that economic decision that will win the day.

Average feels safe but it's not. It's invisible.