I stumbled out into the courtyard to try to flee my misery, but of course we can never flee the misery that is within us.

We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.

After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.

If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was.

The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.

When we fight upstream against a rocky undercurrent, every foothold takes on a kind of urgency.

Can't you see? Every step I have taken, since I was that child on the bridge, has been to bring myself closer to you.

And then I became aware of all the magnificent silk wrapped around my body, and had the feeling I might drown in beauty. At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.

At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.

Sometimes we get through adversity only by imagining what the world might be like if our dreams should ever come true.

I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.

Our teaching systems mostly teach us how to conform but not how to reform.

It is difficult to understand the journey of a hero, ” the whisperer said.

I'm looking forward to coming back, back to Earth, the landing, the views.

You know what you are? You're a beard with an idiot hanging off it.

If ministry is not about compassion and passion, let it die.

Take me somewhere I can grow Give me something let me go Tell me something I don't know

I always had the fear of being separated and abandoned. The sewing is my attempt to keep things together and make things whole.

If you insist on wearing gloves, make sure they match your purse.

To do much clear thinking a person must arrange for regular periods of solitude when they can concentrate and indulge the imagination without distraction.