I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.

it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.

I don't ask for the sights in front of me to change, only the depth of my seeing.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began.

Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love and the ability to question. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us.

You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.

We should not look for more in others, Rather find more within ourselves.

This was the power of the story weaver, Nell realized. An ability to conjure color so that all else seemed to fade.

Every day the world subtracts from itself and nothingis immune.

I like romantic comedy as a genre, but I think it can get stuck in its ways.

How brave a ladybug must be! Each drop of rain is big as she. Can you imagine what you'd do, If raindrops fell as big as you?

It's only when you look at an ant through a magnifying glass on a sunny day that you realize how often they burst into flames.

The conventions of an almighty agency tapping you for greatness and signing you up and telling you this is going to be the next big thing; that has not been my career.

Rights of true citizenship accrue only to those who serve the State to which they belong.

Expectations is the place you must always go to before you get to where you're going.

We become lost in being everywhere but here and now, and the ironic part is that the present is the only place that will make us feel better.